By Hamzah Faisal, age 12, New Jersey

You are a candle that burns itself to spread light, the light of knowledge
You have left deep marks in the minds and hearts of many with inerasable ink

By Melany Chevez, age 11, California

I'm not afraid of the dark,
But I’m afraid of what hides in it.
I'm not afraid of day,
But I’m afraid of what roams in it.

By Dante Moore, age 11, California

Mothers are like roses
Mothers shine like the stars
Mothers are the angels that brought us here

By Maya Meehan-Ritter, age 11, New Jersey

A bird's song
Lonely and sad

By Blair Haft, age 12, Florida

When the winged creatures spread their feathers wide
And chirp their songs with regret radiating from their chests

By Ivette Cardenas Alvarado, age 12, California

There are two types of friends
Some that come, some that just end
There are real ones and fake ones
The fake ones are different from everyone