This is my poem, it isn't the best though...
I smile down at my hands
grasping a colorful, gift wrapped present.
Why does it seem that kids like presents more than adults?
I tear open the light paper to reveal a nook tablet.
Joy bursts over me as I jump up and down.
My smile grows bigger as I open my next present.
This in New year, a new me,
a new year, new resolutions,
and the start of a new adventure.
Your story gives a clear picture of the story you are telling. Also, I like the repetition of the word "new" at the end of the poem.
ReplyDeleteI wonder about the question within the poem too. Kids live better in the moment perhaps? Love the idea of starting over with new everything.
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