"WAA WAA"i scream as i'm past to my mom.As i try looking around i think i am at home 'cause everyone is there but really i'm just at the hospital. When i'm given to my father i am starting to see but not clearly. When i was in his hands i felt hot and i got scared 'cause everyone is staring at me like who is she.Than a few days later i was taken home.Than i felt safe and welcomed into a new place.As i got inside 'Surprise!'everyone jumps up.''WAA WAA!'i scream.
'hmm'i say as i settle down in my aunts arms.'ohhh'i wake up to. Everyone is in my face again.As i scream my mom comes and settles me down.As i grew up it started getting harder trying to walk and talk.When i got to that level things got harder having to do things on my own.Thanks for your tine.
Merry Christmas and happy new year.
Kia ora Ingrid,
ReplyDeleteWhat a creative poem you have written about your entrance into this world. Wouldn't it be amazing if we could remember what lie was like when we were first born. If there was anything you would love to remember, what would it be?
I watch my son rugged up in his pram on a rainy, cold day and it looks so lush and warm. I have always wanted to remember the days where I would be rugged up and everyone else is out in the cold and rain.
Merry Christmas and happy new year to you Ingrid.
Keep on blogging with the Summer Learning Journey.
Have a lovely day,
Megan