Next Time
Next Time
Kyra Burton, Friends of Guest House
In my feelings
Come out of my shell
I enjoy writing poems oh so well
I See You
A beautiful poem written by a Friends of Guest House poet during our January class led by fabulous poetry teacher, Wendi Kaplan:
LOST part 2
The many directions “lost” can take you, from another Friends of Guest House resident. So many of the adults we work with are grateful to be heard.
LOST
“I’m lost. No one will find me. I’m scared and lonely.”
Poetry is so powerful. And so real. From Friends of Guest House
A Place Called the PJs
Three things we love Anna Thomas’s poem “A Place Called the PJs”:
Her shy, adorable smile
Fried chicken, Lima beans, and cornbread
Burping through your nose
Listen for yourself:
What do you think? Tell us!
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