blogathon: poetry by my daughter

i asked my 11-year-old daughter if she wanted to contribute something to the blogathon. she is quite the writer. she even has a writer’s notebook! here are a few samples from it:

the game is over but the war is not, for there are more soldiers to come and die. why did they go, oh why oh why? please all dead soldiers, hear our cry, please don’t let our poor children die!

giant clog in amsterdam, holland


last year, her class’s artist-in-residence was a potter. the project they all ended up working on – including the teacher – was a shoe made of clay. on the last period of the project, they were instructed to write a little letter to the shoe they had just created. here is the letter that my daughter wrote to her clog of clay:

what a simple, graceful, and energetic period. it is you, my beautiful, gigantic but sweet shoe. it took time but right now i feel so attached, so enlightened to you. i love you for who you are. yours always.



the importance of imagination is that it will let you fly in the air or swim in the grass but the most important thing is, it will never let you go.


the wise friend

the shimmering spearlike angel shines all around us to make our spirits rise and say to us that we are not alone, we have a friend to talk to and no reason to be afraid. this angel is the great and wise shimmering moon.

this is an entry for my participation in the 2008 blogathon, a 24-hour marathon of blogging. please support the cause and donate – however much, however little – to the canadian mental health association (vancouver/burnaby branch). to donate, email me or use this URL: you should be able to get there by clicking the link; if not, just copy and paste the link into your browser. it will take you to the appropriate location at canada helps.

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(image by tomo)

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