A while back I posted this: to my Mom: which contained a poem written by my sister, 1artlovingirl. I happened to read the first of those poems to my 3 year old brother and he loved it. He kept wanting it read to him over and over again. This is his translation:
Falling bright like a raindrop
If I was an apple
I would be so happy to be to be your tree.
If I was a poem
I would be happy to be your stream.
Move you on
These rough edges.
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