My daughter's first poem: I like everyday (age three and half)
My daughter Brenda is three and half. On a Sunday afternoon, my hubby was mowing the lawn in our garden. Brenda was watching. Then the humming noise of the lawn mower stopped. When I went into the garden to line-dry my clothes, they were sitting on grass side by side.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"Chatting. Brenda is a poet!" my hubby said.
The following was what she said to her daddy:
It's a nice day
I like sunny day
I like rainy day
I like windy day
I like snowy day
I like stormy day
I like everyday!