My son wrote this poem at school yesterday. He shared it with his class, and then read it in the van on the way home. Then he read it to me. He's had a lot of his classmates request a copy of it. I'm stunned. Utterly stunned. And humbled. So I'm sharing it with all of you.
"You're My Friend"
by Daniel Chesley
When I was doing my math test,
and wanted to cheat off your paper,
you told me it was wrong.
When I was about to spray-paint the walls,
you stopped me.
When I tried to start smoking,
you threw away my cigarette. (which he misspelled, love that boy)
You did those things for my own good.
That's why you are my friend.
I didn't know that then, so
I'm sorry I got so mad,
and did something so bad.
I wish I didn't have to tell you this,
standing at your grave.
Did I mention he's 11?
2 comments:
Wow! That really stops and makes you think. And he's only 11? Must be taking after his writing Mom.
Laura J.
Wow. Wonderful. It's so great being a mom, isn't it? Where did he come up with that?
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