Poems

James has always been a creative soul.  Here are two poems he wrote recently. One he did for me for Mother's Day and the other for his brother to commiserate his broken arm.

 Enjoy!

 Mothers Day

 It's a special time
It's a time to rhyme
It's a time to rise
And open your eyes
It's a time to cheer
This is the best part of the year
You just have to stay in bed
Get cosey, rest your head
'Cus it's all about you
You won't hear a single boo
It's the best day in May
It's MOTHERS DAY!
Poor Boy

Poor boy
No joy
Poor guy
It's not a lie
No joke
Arm broke
Like I said
He's not dead!
First time
That's a rhyme!
I feel sad
He feels mad
I didn't know at all
Until Mom made a call
I felt sorry
So did you
Poem's over
Now we're through.

And while we are on James, here he is at his 4th grade Wax Museum event last night as Benjamin Franklin!




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