A few weeks ago, Little Man's class at school were asked to sit and make a study of a vase of daffodils. First of all they were asked to paint the daffodils, which the whole class found very difficult. Apparently there was a lot of moaning and complaining.
So the clever teacher used this reaction. She then asked the class to write a poem about how this task had made them feel, for them to express their feelings through poetry.
This is my Little Man's poem, written March 2009, age 6.5yrs ::
Daffodil Drawing
My piece of paiper was
Like a fluffy cloud.
Not grey, not blue, but wite.
Yes wite very broring.
Soon their was some briet yello trumpets
Briet as custud.
Not blue not wite not pink but yello.
I pikt the pencil up.
I droow the stem.
As green as leevs forling.
Not red not blue but green.
And this poawim rmiendid me of my Mum.
Beacos my Mum loves daffodils
And her faivrut culer is green.
The day after writing the poem, he stood up in his school assembly and read it aloud to the whole school, 150 children.
I could tell he was extremely nervous.
But he did it.
I thought my heart would explode.
How immense is that feeling called "Motherly Pride"?
xxx
That . . . is . . . priceless!!!!
Posted by: Shelley in SC | April 09, 2009 at 02:17 PM
Oh, that's so sweet!
Posted by: Hen | April 09, 2009 at 02:13 PM
Very well done!!! Big hugs for the Little Man. I have a feeling that you may have more poems to come in the future. Make sure you put that one in a safe spot. :)
xxxxxx
Posted by: Kar | April 09, 2009 at 02:13 PM
Ohh Lucy how lovely... I could feel your pride bursting through my screen... how wonderful... I do think he has got his Mummys genes too, in that, he is not going to be a 'beige' person & he's going to be a great writer, just like his Mum ... Have a wonderful Easter W/e ... OOroo ... Bethel
Posted by: bethel of bethania | April 09, 2009 at 01:38 PM
Excellent poem!
Posted by: simone | April 09, 2009 at 01:32 PM
Sorry, i see your ripple's tutorial after my comment .... sorry and thank you
Manuela
Posted by: manuela | April 09, 2009 at 01:25 PM
I know that feeling! My son wrote a poem one Christmas when he was about eight that was so overwhelmingly beautiful, I actually printed it out and included it with our holiday cards. I look at it every Christmas and keep it in my jewelry box with my Christmas jewelry so I won't miss it! Your son is right, too. The daffodil, green and yellow parts, are as colorful as your blog.
Posted by: Michele C | April 09, 2009 at 01:10 PM
What a dear little boy you have. His poem is wonderful. I really enjoyed it!! Thank you for sharing your beautiful blog with us!
Posted by: Leisa | April 09, 2009 at 01:05 PM
infinite! t.x
Posted by: kitschen pink | April 09, 2009 at 12:52 PM
How intensly sweet!!! I'm about to cry! This will definitely be something you keep and cherish forever. Thank you so much for sharing, Lucy.
Posted by: Jenny | April 09, 2009 at 12:47 PM
How sweet! I've always been amazed at the emotions that come through in my son's poetry. He's 13 and the motherly pride is still there!
Posted by: Tina | April 09, 2009 at 12:43 PM
That even makes ME a bit weepy! How sweet of him. It's one of those feelings you can't imagine until you become a mom - and then you can't believe you ever lived without it.
Posted by: stephanie | April 09, 2009 at 12:41 PM
Oh, wow, I am blown away. What a wonderful poem. You have a very talented boy there. And yes, motherly pride is one of the best emotions ever!!!!
Posted by: KC Quilter | April 09, 2009 at 12:35 PM
There is no better feeling than Motherly Pride. You feel your heart will explode. It may be something small they have made or something big they tell you, like their first crush!!
What a beautiful poem keep it safe it will cheer you up on a dull day.
Posted by: Liz Lee | April 09, 2009 at 11:26 AM
so precious!
you have the right to be proud!
Posted by: Alessandra | April 09, 2009 at 11:19 AM
It's one of those moments when all of blood, sweat and tears are forgotten isn't it. What a wonderful poem. It's the standing up in assembly though that brings the lump in the throat. My son stood up in church at Christmas and read from the bible, I thought I was going to implode trying to stem the tears. Cherish every moment, little man here is 9 next month and though is still my baby boy is a whole lot different xxxxxx
Posted by: Alison Hutchison | April 09, 2009 at 11:18 AM
Unfortunately I have no children (yet) but I know what you mean about this kind of feeling ...I'm very proud of my nephews..for every little thing they do!!
Happy Easter
AnnaPaula
Posted by: AnnaPaula | April 09, 2009 at 11:18 AM
That is gorgeous Lucy, Well done to your son.
xxx
Posted by: Louise | April 09, 2009 at 11:16 AM
What a precious poem !! I love that you left the spelling just as he did it !!
Posted by: Bonnie | April 09, 2009 at 11:12 AM
So much love! A little boy to his Mum and a Mum to her little boy!!! Treasure it Lucy, they grow up very quick!
Posted by: alisonb2 | April 09, 2009 at 11:10 AM
Wonderful words and a mind full of wonderment. You are growing a great little man.
Posted by: Marian | April 09, 2009 at 11:09 AM
Oh how beautiful, I love it when you get a peek at somthing they are doing at school and reading it out in assembly well that is such a honour!
My son has had to do this a couple of times and I alway sneak him a rescue remedy pastel to suck on just to calm his nerves.
Hope your day went OK yesterday - four kids and rain, that was brave,
Have a lovely day,
take care,
Nina x
Posted by: Nina - Tabiboo | April 09, 2009 at 11:07 AM
Cherish those moments, I remember moments when mine were small (now 32 and 29)and they still bring on 'that' feeling. Enjoy Easter
Posted by: Jude | April 09, 2009 at 10:57 AM
A lovely poem and a very precious memory.
Sue xx
Posted by: Sue | April 09, 2009 at 10:55 AM
Wow Lucy - How proud you must be - you have a real little poet in the making there!!
Posted by: Miriam Glen | April 09, 2009 at 10:55 AM