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Senses of love

Hear the sound of laughter the clicking of a domino on the last round of Puerto Rican dominoes as Grandma Minga goes for the win.

Smell the barbecue outside sizzling with flavor the pasteles steaming in the pot and panaddijas frying in the hot achote oil delicious food being prepared for a wonderful feast.

Feel wicker chairs with soft pillowy cushions the sweat of ice on the side of your cup smooth ceramic dominoes mixing around and around while we sing “Menealo, Menealo” a Puerto Rican song for the mixing of anything.

See people in the living room watching football together aunties and uncles cooking for dinner people sitting down telling stories and having conversations and people enjoying themselves.

Taste the product of hard work made by the hands of my family savor the meaty taste of a panadija and pastele’s with chili pepper water to add a little spice to it the sweetness of sticky rice that just melts in your mouth after one bite.

This all happens at Aunty Helen and Uncle Terry’s house you need all five senses to know what’s going on this is my favorite place to be that is why it is always in my heart.

--Acacia Trusdell

My poem entitled “Senses of Love” describes my favorite place to be which as I said in my poem, my aunty Helen and uncle Terry’s house I actually described what it would sound, smell, feel, look, and taste like preparing for a special occasion or a holiday. Some techniques I used were personification, metaphors, and onomatopoeia. What makes this poem worth reading is it makes you imagine what happens at gatherings like what I wrote about in my poem. My favorite part of the poem was my fifth stanza when I was talking about what everything that my family made tasted like, because it brings back memories of those tastes.

Moloka’i

Moloka’i is my island home from east to west showing all its wonders to me.

Kalai and Kalaupapa sacred to the people of the trees.

Kaunakakai town dusty, dirty ground going to my Auntie’s gas station getting free goodies.

Hoolehua my grandmas’ having fun on the road across the grassy plains stretching as far as my eyes can see having fun With my cousin’s horse but not when Tye got kicked and got a Black eye!!

--Shondie Sakurada

I chose this title because this all is about Molokai and this island was my home and it is so special to my family and me. Also, my entire also, friend and family all around the island care. But just don’t mess around the island properties.