This past year, my daughter was introduced to poetry.
She wrote a poem based on my tree painting
(I wrote about here)
For me, it was a self portrait of sorts...
and, without me even knowing, she wrote this poem to go with it.
This was her interpretation of my painting...
I think it's pretty amazing.
(I think SHE'S pretty amazing!)
She gave me permission to share it with you here. 💓
Her Forest
Her forest was gone
Her world was destroyed
She didn’t know what to do
Her friends were all lies
Her friends ware all spies
To make sure she followed the rules
Those who she thought cared left her
Those who she thought wrong embraced her
Her world had burned up before her
But the rain fell as it always did
To wash the ash away
To wash the fear away
To wash the doubt away
Her forest was gone
Her world was destroyed
But she was not confused
She now knew what to do
She may be burnt
But she’s not destroyed
No matter what they might think
No matter what they might say
She will stand for another day
