A child’s poem, to her mother.

Following, is a true treat for any parent.

My favorite youngest child wrote a poem for her mother, as a gift for Christmas. I received a more practical, yet equally thoughtful gift from her – a pack of cushion soled socks – they cushion both my soul, and my feet, and I have my stock replenished each Christmas, by my choice.

Without further delay, here is Julia’s hand written poem, reproduced faithfully, un-embellished, and true.

From my mum
I have learnt
so many things,
how to bake and,
how to sew
so many things
others don’t know
but most of all
I have learnt to
Survive amist
this aphotic world
Not with Hate
Not with avarice
But with kindness
That comes from
the Heart.

Does a parent’s pride ever bow before reality? #thought

With a child as wonderful as Julia is, there is no need, for her words are closer to reality, than my own.

About C.G.Ayling

Musing misuser of words, lover of lyrical literature, author, occasional contrary thoughts. An honorable man’s name, in memoriam.
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