Taste of Peanut butter
Taste of Bread
Taste of Jelly
Taste of my Heart
eating my blood.
~N. Wohlmut Age 4
When he recited this poem to me today, I swear there was a twinkle in his eye that said, 'heh, heh, heh, I'm gonna freak my mom out with this."
He also said, "because that's what hearts do, Mom. They eat our blood and then pump it out"
1 comment:
That's scary and kind of brilliant! I'd expect no less.
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