yesterday’s diary status
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
~ Robert Frost
At yesterday’s literacy morning, we were treated to the kids sharing their autobiographical poems with the class. They had been prompted to write about themselves, using a template provided by their teachers and a page listing over a hundred adjectives in case they needed ideas.
Brooke’s poem was delightful.
And wonderfully, authentically, deeply … Brooke.
The adjectives that she chose to use were nothing short of spectacular.
In short, it was perfect.
(Capitalizations left intact)
She is …. Nice, Brave, Fearless and Awesome.
She is the child of .. Jess and Luau.
She is a lover of … Recess, Kites, and Bunnies.
She feels … Happy about presents, loved about her family and excited about the circus.
She needs … naps and her family.
She fears … nothing.
She gives .. Hugs to her family, compliments to her friends, and love to Ms J.
She would like to see … Santa Claus, Fireworks, and a Rowboat.
My girl described herself as brave. And fearless. And awesome.
She is taking hold of her power, recognizing that she can do anything.
Nice. Brave. Fearless. Awesome.
Yes. Fist-pumping, table pounding YES!
In case we missed it the first time, she said that she fears nothing.
Can you think of anything more remarkable, anything more miraculous, anything more abso$%#&ing wonderful than this child – THIS CHILD – fearing nothing? Assuredly, I cannot.
She feels loved about her family.
God, I love the way my girl bends our language to her will.
Loved about her family.
Please don’t chalk that up to syntax error. Read it again. Think about it.
She has friends to whom she gives compliments.
She. Has. Friends.
Santa, Fireworks, Rowboat.
You got it, kid.
So there you have it — why I couldn’t wait to share this with you.
Because, well … Dickinson, Frost, Keats, Whitman — all fine poets if that’s your taste.
For me, however, this …
… is PERFECTION.