(a poem by 10 year old Emma)
When
you’ve got a friend,
You’ll
always lend
A
helping hand.
They’ll
be sure to give you a smile,
Every
day when you walk a mile.
You
keep our memories in your heart,
Such
as enjoying some pretty art.
We’ve
been together day after day,
Spring,
Summer,
when we both play.
Why
not listen to nightingales
sing?
Because
soon comes…
Autumn,
Winter,
when we huddle up on the sofa.
Remembering
the first time we met,
And
thinking about the letters we used to get.
(Emma
Dimitrova (my 10 year old daughter), 17/11/2018)
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