Metaphors to describe our family

In my Family

Dad is a tool fixing all of our problems

Mum is a pot of cowboy casserole steaming and bubbling over the monster size table

Ava is a hard-working pen constantly doing school work and hiding away in her bedroom

Summer is a teased piece of hair strolling in from the farm

Zuri is a robot constantly talking 24 seven

Shepherd is the mud that you find staining the grey carpet

Hadassah is that kind words that float around in your head

Hudson is a curled over lip that drops when he's hurt

Tabitha is an adorable piece of fluff spewing out laughs.

And that just leaves me… and I'm not telling.

By Indie

In our family:

Mum is the sandy coloured square of fudge, just waiting to be devoured by hungry monkeys.

She is the sassy pink dress, draped over a sweet supermodel.

She is the washing basket, willing to be emptied into the lonely washing machine.

And she is the earthquake that hits the town, destroying everything.

In our family:

Dad is the motorbike zooming up the drive, late.

He is the silly joke, wafting round the room, spreading laughter.

He is the old worn jersey, broken and dull grey.

And he is the angry voice, shouting at me to get out of bed.

By Jessica

In my Family:

Dad is the ball flying towards the try line while I say noooo!!!!!

He is spotlight searching the bush for eyes of the deer

And he is the gun blasting the possum out of the amber tree

In our Family:

Mum is a whisk spinning around like crazy in the bowl and forming a delicious, sticky mess.

She is the plaster sticking to my wrecked knee, after I’ve fallen off my bike.

And she is the iPad going into my hand when Dad is not home.  

In our Family:

He is the bullet of the nerf gun just missing me when I jump.

Ruben is the fist smashing in to my face when he realises that I am winning the play fight.

He is the annoying voice hitting me with whiney words

By Conrad

In my family

My brothers, Leo and Brodie are the excitement in our family.

They are magic changing everything from fun to just a bit too rough.

They are the mess makers painting the table with food at dinner time.

They are the warmth in my blankets and duvet

Archie is the anchor and love of the family

He is the convincing booming bark, making us feed and play with him

He is the murderer who kills you with slobber

And he is the bulldozer, pushing me out of my own comfy bed

By Preston