I am friendly and considerate
I wonder about my mama
I hear ghost chattering
I see the preacher as a turtle
I am friendly and considerate
I pretend Winn-Dixie is a human being
I feel Gloria's heart listening to my stories
I touch my mama's face
I worry about Winn-Dixie's bald spots
I cry about moving to Naomi
I am friendly and considerate
I understand the preacher loves me
I say Because of Winn-Dixie
I dream of mama
I try making friends
I hope the Dewberry boys would stop calling Gloria a witch
I am friendly and considerate.
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I really liked this poem. From a personal perspective, every time I saw the parts that she was referring to about her mom, I almost feel apart. I have felt the love of having a dog after losing my mom. I know it's not exactly the same, but my dog (Hershey) was the first thing I had to love after my mom died. Hershey is 7 years old now, going on 8, and the best dog I've ever had. I love her like I have loved no other pet of mine. I relate to Opal in the sense that I don't know how I could be happier without my dog. ~~~Brooke~~~
ReplyDeleteHee, hee! I worry about your bald spots. That is too cute, Joy. This is a great poem that gets right to the heart of how Opal feels. It seems like something her character would really say, too. Great!
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