Author Archives: Ruth Orozco

An Apology to the Teacher Upon Completion of Decimal Homework  I tried my best I failed the test Of decimals and my daughter. Place value rules My tips and tools. Just led us to the slaughter. So I thought and did I drew a grid Told her to line them up. And spot by spot Compared the two. IContinue reading “An Apology to the Teacher”

Twas the week before  Christmas and all through the skies The snow blasted down blinding everyone’s eyes. I urgently needed to work through the break. For textbooks and rent, too, for soup and for cake. The roads how they sparkled! They shone like a penny! The snowplows..wait, what? Well, there just were not any. I5Continue reading “The Blizzard of 1990”

The living thing that I love to hate Is a creature with legs that number eight. It lurks, it hides in shady spots Beneath damp towels, in flower pots. When unsuspecting, sweet little me Sings about the house so merrily This creature laughs to himself, a leg pops out, Then 2, 3, 4 from beneathContinue reading “Spiders”

By Ruth Orozco We love him when he stops We love just what he drops Right into our box He really really rocks Oh YEAH Rob is the boss This guy is Awesome SAUCE!!!! When you are feelin’ bland Here comes a sweet white van Filled up to the brows With goodies from the cows.Continue reading “Milkman Rap for Rob”

Many years ago we had a plant that had a “fire scare” and was a little late with a report, but commented wryly, “I’m sure none of you care”. I responded with: We care, We care! You had a fire scare! With safety first, Our hearts do burst With knowing You were there. The bales!Continue reading “A Fire Scare”

Twas the night before the test Sophie thought she’d get some rest. Till her sister started humming up a tune. And it wouldn’t ever end;  it went on and on, my friend. Till Sophie thought she wouldn’t sleep until the June! She glanced up to check the time As her fear began to climb AndContinue reading “Sophie 2019 SBA”

I called my brother Kris. I called him from inside my car, where I had rushed, covering my head with my hands. My hair had just been rebrushed for band practice, but was now polka-dotted with hailstones sporting nickel-sized diameters and Saturnesque rings of frosty air. Anneli was crying from the backseat, since big sisterContinue reading “The Fact that You Called”