Like Mother,Like Daughter take two
Well, got home from an absolutlely FABULOUS weekend in Toronto (more on that later) to the delightful news that my youngest daughter tied for first place in the elementary division of the school poetry contest that my older daughters placed in last week. Oh, do they make their mama proud!
By Noora Khalid
The water rushing through my hand
As the waves crash upon the sand.
The ocean is so salty.
In walking I have some difficulty.
When it’s dark,
Come the sharks.
Gray as plain as the sea
If you don’t be careful, they’ll bite ye!
Ok, so it's second grade poetry. But she still makes her mama proud!