My daughter, who is nine, set a gift on my keyboard for me to find this evening. Upon opening it, I found a piece of blue construction paper cut into a shape resembling a wide and bushy evergreen tree. Upon its branches was glued a computer printout with my name, “Beth”, at the top. Curious, I began to read:
Beth…
Nice, Sympathetic, happy, great mom
My mom and friend
Who loves her children, my dad, and books
Who is afraid of losing another child, certain spiders, and mean animals
Who wants to see her children grow up, my dad get a good job, and us live
a successful life.
Resident of the moment
…<insert last name here>
She’d been telling us at dinner about Personal Poems, which she was learning about at school. This must be an example of just such a poem. It was intriguing to me to see how she views me. I am grateful for this glimpse into her mind. I am honored that she chose to write about me. This will be going into her scrapbook (or mine!)…it’s a keeper.
Thank you, J-in!
