A Poem From My Precious Girl

While browsing my co bloggers blog, I came across to Heathen Mom's blog and learned that April is a national poetry month. It is a good opportunity to post the poem my 5 year old DD made for me when she found out that the Sunflower she gave me on Mother's day didn't survive.
Here is the poem she asked me to write since she had a hard time writing it. (I just wrote what she wanted me to.)


Sunflower
Sunflower so yellow and bright
I love how they smell,
I love how they feel
When you pick the flower
and put it in a pot,
you can pick another one if you want?

You think it's a tree
You think it's a bee
You think it might grow higher than me?

An April Poem...

"The sun was warm but the wind was chill.
You know how it is with an April day.
When the sun is out and the wind is still,
You're one month on in the middle of May.
But if you so much as dare to speak,
a cloud come over the sunlit arch,
And wind comes off a frozen peak,
And you're two months back in the middle of March."
- Robert Frost, Two Tramps in Mud Time, 1926