Our Creative Child
where is my dream book? Our creative chld asked us.
We had no idea, not understanding that she could write at her ripe age.
No worries, she said. There are millions where they came from.
Her imagination began throwing out ideas so rapidly, we saw fireworks.
How amazing is this child? We watched her write her own alphabet.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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