Monday, July 21, 2008

My daughter's poem

My daughter Brenda is 3-year-old. 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!

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