I haven’t written a poem since I was in elementary school.
My eight year old daughter was the inspiration for the first.
Cleaning her backpack,
I found …my daughter’s wise words,
Scrawled in the margins.
She was also the inspiration for the second haiku of the day:
To My Daughter, Who Is 8
Eight years old, full of
Joy and bold discovery.
Stay this kind and strong!
Next up – my daughter writes her very first haiku! Haikus With My Daughter II