I'm a published poet!

It's the Christmas season yet again (it's like it happens on a regular basis or something)! I love this time of year the most. Being a baker, I can really show off to all of my friends and family. Being a whore for sweets, I can gorge myself on chocolates and sugar cookies and no-one will notice because they are doing the same. I also enjoy bringing out all of the decorations that have been in my family for quite some time. They all hold special memories and meanings. This year, I found a special gem crammed in with all of the Christmas trimmings.

When I was four and in pre-school, my class made a cookbook. I vividly remember sitting on the steps in the classroom with one of the teachers, working on my section for this book. I'm positive I broke a sweat working on this masterpiece of prose. If you are searching for something to write in a card for your mommy this year, by all means borrow my work. You might want to read it through first...

My Mom     By Rebecca W

My mommy helps me...clean my room and put my clothes on.

I know my mommy loves me because...she lets me help her.

A hug from mommy....makes me happy.

My mommy...works and cleans the house up and makes dinner...all day.

What I like best about my mommy is that...she's nice sometimes and she likes me.

My mom gets mad at me when...I mess my room up.

I know she's mad at me when she yells.

It's just not hard to be a mommy.

I've helped you out by underlining the questionable bits of this poem. You might want to remove them or replace them with things that won't make your mommy look at you in horror. What treasures have you happened upon that made you laugh or smile?

Rebecca