Daddy can't quite make ponytails straight,
but she doesn't mind.
In the mornings her arms are snakes
who take all but the last donut.
At night she's invisible,
though somehow Daddy always spots her.
She suspects Fox Face.
She reads to Daddy and Daddy reads to her.
Silly Daddy, orange foxes aren't green!
| Such sweet memories and a sweet piece to remember with smiles to share ;-)||| Posted on 2011-07-30 00:00:00 | by Epiphany | [ Reply to This ] || i like this piece also..although this IS poetry...|
sometimes the little ones seem so much smarter than we.
|| Posted on 2011-07-27 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] |