The Poet

I was so touched the other day when Becky excitedly pulled me aside to show me a poem she had written all by herself after hearing one I had written.  Not only did I love the fact she had done her best to sound out the words and rhyme the stanzas, but I also loved her sentiments.  What a blessing to me she is!

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Translation tips (she switches some “P’s” and “R’s”, and writes “My” for “Me” and omits about half the vowels in most words – not bad for not being able to independently write a single word a few months ago!):

I love my family.  

They take care of me. 

They put me to bed safely.

My mommy loves me.

My dad is funny.

God loves our family. 

God blesses our family.

Now we are happy.

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