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Kayla

Contributed by needledancing on Saturday, 17th February 2007 @ 12:33:31 PM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems



Kayla with your hair that’s red, stop that jumping on the bed.
What’s that funny thing you said?
Get your toys all put away, now is not the time to play,
Kayla goes to school today.

Where did all the candy go? I bet Mom and Dad will know,
Show me quick I need a sweet; I’ve been good I earned a treat.
Can I go and play some more? I like the toys about the floor,
I’m glad I finally reach the door.

Being four is lots of fun, you get to skip and dance and run.
You get new friends, have parties too, lots of things you now can do.
Paints and scissors, balls, balloons, crayons, paste, stars and moons.
Helping Mom to bake a cake, stir the batter lick the spoons.

I’m taller than the other four’s, I’m tall just like my Dad,
The only color I never wear is the one they call “plaid”.
I like to choose the cloths I wear, the shoes and even hats.
I still don’t like the boys so much; they seem to be such brats.

I’m getting bigger everyday and people say I’m smart.
My Grandma wrote this poem for me, cause she says I’m in her heart.





Copyright © needledancing ... [ 2007-02-17 12:33:31]
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Re: Kayla (User Rating: 1 )
by steven_fenton1982 on Saturday, 17th February 2007 @ 05:12:33 PM AEST
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great poem! well done!!!!!!


Re: Kayla (User Rating: 1 )
by FRANCO on Saturday, 17th February 2007 @ 08:52:38 PM AEST
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It is a warm and a Cuddly poem. reflection of your childhood in this poem is beautiful and clear.
FRANCO


Re: Kayla (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Saturday, 17th February 2007 @ 10:01:01 PM AEST
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Very sweet-n-fine tribute to someone that sounds beautifull.
Precious.
smiles, huggs,
emy




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