...when you're with me.

I made a conscious decision when I started this blog not to invite guest writers to add to the content. For better or worse, it would be my experiences, opinions, and creativity.

That was before my 10-year-old granddaughter wrote her first poem.

It is my understanding that the poem came about as part of a school assignment and was crafted before bed one night last week. It chronicles the simple game of tapping a balloon to keep it floating in the air. It was dedicated to her little sister. I will let it speak for itself.

(sunflowers photo by Kayla Jean, kaylajeanphoto.com)