I may just be feverish…

I’m too sick to blog but my son wrote a poem about his childhood (he’s 11) that I think is fabulous:

 

I am From by Trevor T.

 

I am from little stuffed lambs

with cute fuzzy ears and a bell in his tail

hidden away for me to find

 

I am from my grandpa and uncle

building me a wood play set in the backyard

so I wasn’t always bored

 

I am from a huge blizzard that put down three feet of snow

as white as paper that I could build caves in

and try to walk on but would only sink