Tuesday, 19 June 2012


Andrew is 7. He woke up this morning, on this last day of our holiday, and said "can we write something". Then he gave me this:


Teardrops. When you cry,
They dribble down you,
Like a silent waterfall.
And the waterfall ends up
In a lake. The lake carries on
With happiness, until
It hits again.

Andrew Howell
Palmela Village

Sent from my iPhone

1 comment:

  1. Andrew,
    Thanks for the lovely poem - your words paint a vivid picture.