At bedtime the other night Frankie didn’t want to read stories or play games, she wanted us to write poems.
I’m not much of a poet apart from the odd bit of nonsense verse or doggerel, but I gave it a go.
While I sat there trying to be clever, she came up with this;
“We are the greatest friends.
I shall never forget,
you are the nicest person
I have ever met.”
Sometimes the best stuff comes straight from the heart.
(I’m not completely sure who she was talking about though).
Books should be read...
