Okay, I couldn't help it.
While traveling the other day as a family in our jumbo SUV, in which many noises and distractions abound, my ten year-old daughter piped up from the back wanting to read me something she had written. This, just so you know, is a common occurrence. It is also common to be shown art, comic books, dresses, doll's clothes, paper constructs, and many other products resulting from her abundant creativity. She is, quite frankly, the most prolifically creative person I have ever known. So I may be forgiven a little, perhaps, for not tuning in immediately to the quality of this particular composition. But as she attempted to read her poem above the Brady din, I gradually awakened to the realization that it was remarkable.
I had to – just HAD to – share it with you! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. (And, in the interest of full disclosure, I am beginning to realize that I am the worst writer in our family!)
So here it is (without any parental editing, I might add):
The Eclipse
The sun had set,
The day they met
The sun, the moon, and stars,
They would never get
Just one more bet
So they all met, even Mars.
They sang a song
Of love and truth
Of right and even wrong,
They sang a song
Of sad farewells
And parting times too long.
And no one saw this
'Cept but I
The little tiny miss,
And no one knew this
'Cept but I
Who saw the two friends kiss!
So now I mourn
That the sun and moon
Can never meet again
And now I cry
That the sun and moon
Are more than simple friends!
The sun was high
And I would cry
For the sun, the moon, and stars,
I wonder why
And then I sigh
For the sun, the moon, and mars.
They sang a song
Of love and grief
Of right and even wrong
They sang a song
Of nice hellos
And parting times too long!
And no one knew this
'Cept but I,
The little tiny miss,
And no one mourned this
'Cept but I,
Who knew of the great abyss!
So now I mourn
That the sun and moon
Can never meet again
And now I cry
That the sun and moon
Are more than simple friends.
The birds now tweet
The song oh, so sweet,
Of the sun, the moon, and stars,
They say they will meet
Again in a week
But I say that that time is far.
The End
(Poem, amazingness, and cuteness provided entirely by Christine Brady, age 10)
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