I give you: The Latest Poem.
Written late one night in her Left Bank garret bedroom whilst swilling absinthe tea late into the evening. I was presented this poem before I crawled into bed. I would like to say this is uncorrected grammar and punctuation. Both have improved in the last couple weeks. We haven't actually touched either subject in some time, she's picked up much from imitating the reading she does! Hooray for a little unschooling!
Mystery Mothers
by Ms. D
If we can't control one another,
Who can control the mind of a Mother?
We must find some kind of way,
For Mothers change day by day.
Some Mothers want to hold you
and take your hand,
Some Mothers stomp their foot,
to put all else in demand.
Who can fathom the mind of a Mother?
I think one Mom is quite like another.
I think Mothers suit me just fine,
'Cause no other mother is quite like mine.
She's figuring all this stuff out now - no need for therapy later!! lol :0)
Actually, kdding aside- I love the poem and I think it's lovely that she sees how unique and valuable you are.
Posted by: tara | May 05, 2009 at 05:48 PM
That's a wonderful surprise! I especially love picturing D overlooking the Seine as she writes this.
Posted by: Karena | May 06, 2009 at 02:46 AM
: ) Go Ms. D!
Posted by: Katherine | May 06, 2009 at 08:55 AM
That's a great poem!
Posted by: Dawn | May 06, 2009 at 09:39 AM