My 11-year old son wrote this poem recently for an in-class assignment. His mother and I discovered it late this afternoon, jammed into his dark crescent of a school desk.
I am a leopard, sharp and well-reflexed
I am a dandelion, parts of me separate
I am red, high-tempered and furious
I am 2, wins at some things
I am a circle, has no ends
I am sunny, brings hope to people
Thank you for writing this, my bright and precious boy. It is an absolute honor to know you.