Emma's Wonderland

My child has a love of poetry It is rare, for she is only nine. In her bare mind, words are potpourri floating, rhyming by stanza, by line. Holding a book ever so tightly (it relieves the raw ache in her chest), my sweet Emma floats almost nightly carried by puffins in a bird nest. She paints her pictures lying in bed dreaming up puffin activities. Writing what's in the front of her head, one of her common proclivities. Her situation stems from asthma of pet hair and seasonal rebirth. She fancies ease from the miasma, high above noxious coughing on earth. Starting with nursery rhymes at three we have read Silverstein and Dahl both of us memorize easily. Her choice today is Lewis Carroll. My Emma lives in her Wonderland especially with a nebulizer. Her teachers all seem to understand it's “down to earth” math that defies her. August 23, 2021 Sponsor Regina McIntosh Contest Name The One Who Touches My Heart