observations from a window seat in the handbasket headed for hell
This is for You
I will give you my treasures I kept
for a long time.
I will give you a petal
that falls from a rose.
I will give you the first golden leaf
that falls in autumn.
I will give you the sunken diamond
that shines more than the sun.
I will give you my last treasure,
the seashell that echoes like the ocean.
-- Sierra, 2nd grade
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to the little girl that wrote the poem, it reminds me of my little girls, they are always bringing me the smallest little things that i save in a little box. they usually find these treasure's at the play ground. these treasures usually consist of a sparkling sequence, a bead, a baby pine cone, anything that they think is a treasure, is a treaure to me, and every special little treasure they brought to the me holds a memory of there sweet little faces, so full of the sense of accomplishment for bringing mommy such a beatiful little treasure. my girls are 10, and 9 now, when they use to bring me treasures, they were 3, and 4. i no longer get little treasures, but i ask them what kind of sugars they are? and they say we're french toast eaters, flower pickers, fashion girls, and treasure finders.... so thank you miss sierra, for writing a poem that so perfectly described my treasure finders
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