Question
Pay tribute to someone you admire by writing your own free-verse poem.
Include specific examples of qualities or actions that make the person exceptional.
. Include sensory words and phrases in your descriptions.
.
Consider how to use punctuation, capitalization, and line breaks to emphasize certain ideas.
Include at least one of your academic vocabulary words:
contrast
despite
error
inadequate
。 interact
Things I admire my mom for
She cares and loves me
And she's a nice person
Make it look like a 7th grader who is I.E.P wrote it
Make sure no one can find this
Make it as short as possible
Include specific examples of qualities or actions that make the person exceptional.
. Include sensory words and phrases in your descriptions.
.
Consider how to use punctuation, capitalization, and line breaks to emphasize certain ideas.
Include at least one of your academic vocabulary words:
contrast
despite
error
inadequate
。 interact
Things I admire my mom for
She cares and loves me
And she's a nice person
Make it look like a 7th grader who is I.E.P wrote it
Make sure no one can find this
Make it as short as possible
Answers
GPT-4o mini
**To My Mom**
In the warmth of morning,
her coffee brews,
a scent of roasted beans
hugs the air.
She wakes early,
even when the night’s sleep
was inadequate—
despite tired eyes,
she smiles.
Her hands, calloused from work,
create magic,
turning ordinary meals
into feasts,
with the sizzle of spices
dancing on the stove.
She listens,
as I talk about my day,
every word held like glass—
no error too little,
every story valued,
even the small ones.
In a world of contrast,
where kindness can fade,
her heart remains steady,
a lighthouse guiding me home.
Mom, your love is a river,
flowing endlessly,
and I am grateful,
for you.
In the warmth of morning,
her coffee brews,
a scent of roasted beans
hugs the air.
She wakes early,
even when the night’s sleep
was inadequate—
despite tired eyes,
she smiles.
Her hands, calloused from work,
create magic,
turning ordinary meals
into feasts,
with the sizzle of spices
dancing on the stove.
She listens,
as I talk about my day,
every word held like glass—
no error too little,
every story valued,
even the small ones.
In a world of contrast,
where kindness can fade,
her heart remains steady,
a lighthouse guiding me home.
Mom, your love is a river,
flowing endlessly,
and I am grateful,
for you.