I haven't had time to write this week. Just too much going on. My sweet little girl appears to be the real writer in the family anyway. At the risk of being too cute, I thought I'd share a few poems that my daughter wrote. She wrote these while we were packing up our house and moving to the apartment. She was tired of helping me and decided to write in her journal instead.
What Should I Eat?
Pickles, raspberries, pears and peas
What should I eat?
I look and look and say
Pickles, raspberries, pears and peas
That's what I'll eat.
My Mother's Love
My mother's love could never break
If I did something bad, she would be mad but always love me.
If I did something good, she would be happy and still love me.
My Dad's Love
My dad's love is great.
Nothing could come between us.
Our love is unconditional love
That means nothing can stop it.
It is permanent love.
Our Move
We were very busy and we still are busy
I don't like moving
It is hard
So I say "so long house
I'll miss you"
I hate to say good bye.
2 comments:
Yes, she can be a sweet little girl. Caught up in all of the chaos of moving, it was too easy not to stop and smell the roses. Looking back, I should have noticed the flower blooming beside us.
She's 7!!! What 7-year old knows how to use the word "unconditional"?! Amazing.
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