Here are more poems written during a course delivered by Jane Spiro in Exeter College, Oxford, UK. For more see Year 10; Issue 5; October 2008.
Family Images: Poems from an Oxford summer, 2008
My mother is an oak
because she’s very strong.
My mother is a lemon –
she can be sour at times.
My mother is a parrot
because she speaks too much.
My mother is a clown –
she always makes people laugh.
Carla Ganoza (Peru)
My daughter is a rose,
fair, fearless, forceful,
sweet, scented, spirited.
She’ll always be my favourite.
Anne Andersen (Denmark)
My brother is like a rock –
He has not changed through the years.
He protects us in bad times.
He stands up for us.
He will always on in my sight –
Juan Allaua (Peru)
My daughter is a flower, she gives me nice fragrance.
My daughter is a plant, she grows every day.
To my dear Purry, who is the apple of my eye –
every breath I sigh is saying I love you.
Thongthip Varnaying (Thailand)
My son is an apple –
Difficult to get your teeth into at first,
But juicy and sweet when you are there.
My sister is a bird
protecting, supporting and her sun never fades.
I see the world in her eyes,
her eyes are everywhere in the world.
Ismail Mohamed (Egypt)
My grandfather is a stone –
He is hard and implacable.
My grandmother is a sunflower –
She searches out the sun.
My sister is a butterfly –
She glitters and glows and flutters.
My husband is a tree –
he stands tall, weathers the storms -
shields and shelters us.
Kumi Tommerbakke (Norway)
My sister is an oak, that is proud of its roots, with a bird
that flies in search of knowledge.
She is strong, brave and determined
and she is also curious, lively and joyful.
Imma Cristina (Spain)
My grandmother is a stone
strong enough to rely on her
solid enough to build from her
wise enough to trust her.
Juan Jose Lalupu (Peru)
My son is a cherry –
appetizing, brightly-coloured and round,
but often leaves a bittersweet taste