My Kindergartner has been writing poems in school. Like, actual poems. I don’t think I could write my name at that age.
Her first poem was about Spring, and it blew my mind. We had just gone to see the Cherry Blossoms in East Potomac park, and they obviously made an impression.
Oh Spring, Oh Spring
Oh the blossoms in the wind
As white as snow, they sparkle and shake
And shake in the wind
Seriously. She wrote that without any help!
So when I saw that her assignment was to write a poem about her mom and one about her dad, I was excited. I couldn’t wait to see our mini Maya Angelou came up with. Are you as excited as I am?!
Ok, here goes…
My mom has a purse
It is filled with her stuff
A brush, her phone
I was so right about it bringing a tear to my eye. Why is she talking about my purse, of all things? Hasn’t she seen all my shoes??? I also have socks. Lots of them.
“Um Lira… is that what you think of when you think of Mommy? Not all our special times together? Just my purse?”
“No, I talked about your phone too.”
Good point; she did. Maybe the Spring poem was a fluke? Perhaps she’s less Maya Angelou and more Joan Rivers?
But her poem about dad proved otherwise:
I love my dad
When I go to bed he lays down with me
I love my dad
And he loves me
There you go. All love and snuggles. Not a single mention of his wallet or phone.
So I asked “Lira, do you think you can write another poem about Mommy? One that talks about something else?”
“You don’t get do-overs when it comes to homework, Mom.”
I think there’s only one way to cope with this type of thing. When she and Daddy are snuggling and reading bedtime stories, I’m going purse shopping… unless y’all have any better suggestions?
Margaret Dooley says
Besa, she is so smart. I know I couldn’t write my name at age 5. We didn’t even have kindergarten in rural Tennessee! Glad she likes the cherry blossoms. I have my own cherry tree in the front yard. It rains pink every day & I love it! Spring I so wonderful. Much love!
You have a cherry tree in your front yard? How awesome! Also, you have no idea how excited I felt to see a comment on MomInDCity from my high school English teacher. Teehee!
Awwww…yes, a new purse is in order. To be fair…Dave’s wallet is much less exciting than your purse. 😉
Word. Sometimes I go through his wallet when I’m bored and there really is nothing in there.
My dad has a wallet
It’s filled with receipts
Credit cards, an ID
Nowhere near as awesome.
lisacng @ expandng.com says
Wow, that *is* a great poem by a kindergartener on the blossoms! Sorry she didn’t share the same magical sentiment when she wrote a poem about you. Seems like a classic case of daddy’s girl. I’ll understand what that’s like soon enough! Go out and buy the most awesome purse. Let her write an epic poem on it!
I got distracted and bought shoes instead! I’m going to see if she can write me a shoe poem.