Tonight, shortly before bed, Meg sat down beside me and, out of the blue, uttered what certainly sounded like a two-line poem. I've no idea if she meant it to rhyme, or what prompted it, but this is what she said:
"Until the morning I'll sit on this chair,
Sad and worried, I don't care."
Not very uplifting, but there it is. :)
Saturday, November 07, 2009
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2 comments:
Too cute. She has her Mommy's gifts- it seems.
What?? She is a POET. She just doesn't KNOW IT. (Sorry- I had to).
Seriously though, I am not surprised. She is your daughter!
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