Poetry

This may be the first in a series of poetry by the bright-eyed boy. What a funny boy. You'll see some pics of him soon all dressed up for cotillion, but here's a sampling of haiku from a recent assignment. He does make me laugh.

I love dumplings and
my mother makes a good soup
that makes me happy

and

I'll get my passport
then I will travel the world
but mom, I will write

That last one got a "cute!" comment from his teacher. He's just dying to get out of the eastern time zone. . . he's not quite to the twilight zone, puberty-wise, but not too far off. . .