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
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
19.6.12
Sent from my iPhone
Teardrops
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
19.6.12
Sent from my iPhone
Andrew,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the lovely poem - your words paint a vivid picture.