Monday, May 9, 2011

Poem #149

Sadly, we had to say goodbye to Olivia last Friday. She moved to Massachusetts and is enrolled in a new school. We wish her the best!

In her honor, Sophie wrote a poem (I asked Sophie about her second line, but she didn't know exactly what it meant either)...

      Olivia

  Olivia   is   nice
  And   firm.   And
  I   wished   she
  Could   stay   but......
  She   can't   and   I   know
  Why...   She   had   to
  Move.   I   don't
  Know   why!   But   for
  Her   I   gave   an
  Eraser   and   she   gave
  Me   a   pink   post-it   that   she   wrote   for   me.

Thanks, Sophie!

Have a good night, everyone!

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