Most of us who are parents or grandparents think our children are just the best.. Because they are in our eyes. Not all children are so lucky.
I want to share with you a poem written by our now Eight year old granddaughter who wrote this poem in two sessions as we took her to school and back again. She composed this on the journey to and from school in the back of our car as we travelled.
I thought it so good when she read it out to us when we got back home, I said it would be a great poem to take to school on her show and tell day when they take things to school and speak about them.
As it was scribbled hurriedly in its composition on the note paper you see below, I asked her if she wanted to re-write it on some better…
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