by Gary Soto

This is the pond, and these are my feet.

This is the rooster, and this is more of my feet.

Mama was never good at pictures.

This is a statue of a famous general who lost an arm,

And this is me with my head cut off.

This is a trash can chained to a gate,

This is my father with his eyes half-closed.

This is a photograph of my sister

And a giraffe looking over her shoulder.

This is our car's front bumper.

This is a bird with a pretzel in its beak.

This is my brother Pedro standing on one leg on a rock,

With a smear of chocolate on his face.

Mama sneezed when she looked

Behind the camera: the snapshots are blurry,

The angles dizzy as a spin on a merry-go-round.

But we had fun when Mama picked up the camera.

How can I tell?

Each of us is laughing hard.

Can you see? I have candy in my mouth.

By Ralph Fletcher

One last picture

before we head off

in different directions.

One last group shot

of all of us, smirking,

with rabbit ears.

Three generations,

kids on shoulders,

a baby cousin on my lap.

And in the middle

Grandma and Grandpa

who started all this.

We’re all ripples in a pond

spreading out

from a stone they threw.