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
Your little man is a poet..I see.
Pure in heart like his sweet mommy!
Waving to you from across the sea
Have a Happy Easter with your family!
Posted by: cathleen | April 09, 2009 at 07:12 PM
So cute! Looking forward my little son (now only one year old) wil write something similar to me :)
Posted by: Tatiana | April 09, 2009 at 06:46 PM
Oohhhhhhh, how fabulous Little Man is! That really is a piece of work, ten out of ten! And to read it out in assembly too- I bet you were in bits!
Have a lovely lovely Easter Luce x
Posted by: Anna | April 09, 2009 at 06:09 PM
This is so sweet! I shall think of you and your little guy every time I look at my vase of daffodils this week.
Happy Easter!
Posted by: Jan | April 09, 2009 at 06:08 PM
Oh my gosh. Your little man is quite a poet. That was so beautiful and touching. No wonder you are so proud.
Posted by: Stacy | April 09, 2009 at 05:43 PM
What a wonderful poem, may be a future poet laureate! :D
Posted by: miesmama | April 09, 2009 at 05:32 PM
Hi Lucy
what a loveley poem.The little boy is great.
I wish you and your family a Happy Easter
Hugs and Love Regina
Posted by: Regina | April 09, 2009 at 05:30 PM
how sweet...Just adorable.
Posted by: lulu | April 09, 2009 at 05:25 PM
Sooooo sweeeet, bless his cotton socks! : )
Posted by: Joy | April 09, 2009 at 04:57 PM
Truly lovely!
Posted by: LYnne | April 09, 2009 at 04:31 PM
Ohh Lucy how lovely of you to share such a special thing, no wonder youre proud! That pride never goes regardless of the ages of your children, even when theyre all grown up they always say or do something to make your heart swell!!!
L & H
Wend xxxxx
Posted by: Wendy | April 09, 2009 at 04:28 PM
Lovely poem....
Precious son....
Blessed Mum!
Posted by: keri | April 09, 2009 at 04:13 PM
What a cleaver little boy you have,he takes after his mum! A precious moment like this will remain forever in your heart.The joys of being a mum!! Happy Easter to you all. Love July x
Posted by: July | April 09, 2009 at 04:06 PM
To be treasured,forever.
Posted by: Pat | April 09, 2009 at 03:45 PM
That's absolutly priceless....I can't wait til my daughter goes to school and brings back her drawings, poems and such....
I would also be very proud. Kids have this way of making everything so simple and they bring us such happiness!
Posted by: nat | April 09, 2009 at 03:26 PM
I'm welling up and he's not even mine. Sweet boy.
Posted by: Ali | April 09, 2009 at 03:14 PM
How wonderful!!!
Posted by: jenny b harris | April 09, 2009 at 03:13 PM
Oh Lucy, bet you had a little sniff too! Such a lovely poem and a memory to treasure.
Posted by: French Knots | April 09, 2009 at 03:10 PM
That is one of the cutest things I have ever heard! You have wonderful children. :)
Also, I adore your blog! It inspired me to get back to crochet. I'm working on an afghan again!
Posted by: Crystal | April 09, 2009 at 03:07 PM
I should always remember to have a box of tissues handy when I am reading your posts. Sometimes like today I cry at the sheer beauty and tenderness, othertimes the tears come because I am laughing so much :o)
This is such a lovely post, as is the delightfully pretty one below. Yet again we are so alike, I have a tin filled with little Spring flowers, eggs and decs. only my tin has swans on it (the closet I could get to eastery). I have blossom branches too - our annual tradition, filled with chicks and eggs. I have a seasonal tree going all the time, since my children were little. Even though they have groen and most of them have flown the nest, I sill keep it going. I guess this is because I just love to play.
Hope you and yours have a wonderful Easter xxxxxx
Sumea
Posted by: Sumea | April 09, 2009 at 03:03 PM
ah, what a star. Great poem, loved the spellings. Definitely one to treasure.
Posted by: Julie | April 09, 2009 at 03:02 PM
Applause, applause for that beautiful poem!
Is this not by the same creative fellow who made the circus performers via collage?
Mom may also take a bow! xo
Posted by: frances | April 09, 2009 at 02:59 PM
Awwww Bless!
Posted by: Anne Bebbington | April 09, 2009 at 02:47 PM
What a sweet, sweet (and brilliant) child!!
Posted by: Alice | April 09, 2009 at 02:45 PM
What a lovely poem that you little man wrote - you are very rightfully allowed to be one proud mama. :)
Have a wonderful Easter with your family!
Posted by: Chars | April 09, 2009 at 02:18 PM