Little Bird’s Poem

Legs folded up
In the dust light,
Tucking loose strands
Of sun-bleached hair
Behind an ear,
Fingers wrapped new
‘Round a purple crayon.

“And remember, mama,
That you have to
Put in a cookie
On my every
Lunchbox day.”

Bites a lip,
Copies lines slanted,
Lines straight and curved,
Sounding it out,
One after another,
Until someday
Letters stretched
End to end
Might stack up a poem
To reach the moon.


About Emily

I may or may not have: A. Dirt B. Ink C. Paint D. Wool under my fingernails.

One response to “Little Bird’s Poem”

  1. libithina says :

    not ‘joined up writing’ how I rememebr the long lines of aaaaaa and bbbbbb and then in italic with my fountain pen – hoe your daughter has settled well and she has made lovely friends – hard for a caring parent – hugs LIb

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