I made a conscious decision when I started this blog not to invite guest writers to add to the content. For better or worse, it would be my experiences, opinions, and creativity.
That was before my 10-year-old granddaughter wrote her first poem.
It is my understanding that the poem came about as part of a school assignment and was crafted before bed one night last week. It chronicles the simple game of tapping a balloon to keep it floating in the air. It was dedicated to her little sister. I will let it speak for itself.
(sunflowers photo by Kayla Jean, kaylajeanphoto.com)