My little Tralee is quite the writer. Here are three of her *Love* poems she wrote a few months ago. I kind of adore them. . . and their author.
Love Poem #1
By Tralee
He is the one.
As beautiful as a flower.
As he goes away and away
as I go.
This next one is my favorite. When I asked her who it was about, her cheeks turned pink, and she got all shy. I realized right then and there that Jim and I are going to be in trouble when the hormonal teenage crushing years hit us.
Love Poem #2
By Tralee
He is the one.
As handsome as a honeybee.
He has the twinkle in his eyes.
The honey glow in his cheeks.
He is the one
he is.
Love Poem # 3
By Tralee
The wind is in my hair.
The love is blowing away.
My heart is bumping hard.
Away I go.
Away in the fog.
Away.
So what do you think? Do we have a future Shakespeare on our hands? Will these sonnets someday be worth millions? :) Either way, they're priceless to this Mama.
1 comment:
Leslie,
She is certainly your daughter! Remember the poems you used to write? I still have many of them somewhere.
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