You’re the boss, Brandice

My Lines.

Friday night, my niece Anne spent the night. She wrote a poem for us. I looked for it all weekend, and couldn’t find it. Then tonight, when I wasn’t looking, I found it. Yay.

My Lines- by Anne age 7

Hello Darling, Mom said.

And after, they went to bed.

In the morning, the sun shined,

It was so light, I was blind.

School was over, the moon was out.

But Mom said, not to pout.

The water glitters, the suns out,

And no one had a single doubt.

People came from very far.

Sometimes, they even came from Mars!