Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Through a Child's Eyes

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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