Last week, Jocelyn left her journal in my bedroom
and I got to peek through a few poems she was writing.
They were acrostic poems and they were beautiful!
If there was an N in mother,
she might have called me Nosey.
Luckily, there is not!
I did tell her that I saw her poems
and she proudly read them to me.
Then today,
I told her about
and she gave me her permission to post them!
I have always had a love for poetry.
I like when a writer is genuine
and uses thought provoking ideas.
I’m so thrilled that Jocelyn is like me,
in the sense that she always had a pen and a piece of paper on hand.
Jocelyn’s poems are definitely genuine.
These words come from her innocent little eight-year-old heart.
I was moved by the traits she chose to focus on.
Now, I want to search through her old schoolwork files
for other Mother poems to compare the difference.
What a treat my child is!
I am a proud MOTHER
and I’m sure she makes Jesus smile too!
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My Mom is nice.Oh, she sings pretty.
The Mom believes and has faith.
Her life was through a rainbow.
Every day I am gone, she calls me.
Right, is what she chooses.
Faith in me.A wise guy.
The greatest man.
He is a believer.
Even a sport’s person.
Raised me very happily.
