Today, Deborah wrote a beautiful post about how she loved to write as a child. Check it out at www.themastersartist.blogspot.com. It reminded me of my daughter Sophie, who is quite an amazing writer at eleven years old. I’m going to brag here and post a recent poem she wrote. I just finished delegating chores to each child (on each particular day). For Sophie, Thursday was vacuum day. To “celebrate,” she wrote this verse:
Thursday, My Vacuum Day
By Sophie DeMuth
Today is Thursday, my vacuum day
I will never get to go out and play
For first I clean the downstairs rug
I think my vacuum has a bug
Because when I turned the vacuum on
It gave a sudden yawn!
Then it sucked the rug right up!
Next, my sister’s stuffed toy pup
Then ate the couch, the lights, the books
The tupperware set that was Mr. Cook’s
Next went my mom’s pots and pans
My brother’s set of collectible vans
It ran up the stairs, oh who knows why
It stopped at my room and gave a sigh
It took in a deep breath and there went my room
The computer room was gone with the next big zoom
It sucked up our house and everything with it
It didn’t miss one little tiny bit!
It leaped out the back and ate our backyard
It even sucked up my experiment on lard
It paused for a moment, then gave a boom
And there, right in front of me was my old room
It gave back our house, our things and our toys
Hey, look over there, it’s my cousin Roy
Then, I opened my eyes and sat up in bed
“Honey it was only a dream,” my mom said
I looked at the calendar and noticed the day
I gave a big gasp to see it was Thursday!
Celebrating Thursday on Monday,