I worship teachers and I’m jealous of them.
When you’re ten years old
there’s a lot you want to say.
You’re made of poems.
Haiku 15, April 15, 2015
I worship teachers and I’m jealous of them.
When you’re ten years old
there’s a lot you want to say.
You’re made of poems.
!0 is a magical age!
Make that…10, but I am a little in love with my typo, nonetheless…
ha ha — I LOVE the typo!!!
I think perhaps childhood is made of poems… just SO MUCH to express.
Really! Some don’t pause to do the expressing, and some are discouraged from expressing. But if they wait til our age, they’ll forget!