Another sister of mine has started blogging. This is one of her latest scribbles. I love it. Bravo sistah!
Funny Little Lady
There's this little lady who's funny you see,
Always out of place seeing big blue bubbles when everyone was seeing a tree,
She stuck her nose in a book while others brushing dolly,
Life is fascinating she says, but mama why am i born as me?
Could i've been born a cat mouse or a lovely tiny bee?
Girls play with her but at times why is she speaking differently?
Boys understood coffee when she really meant tea,
why oh why mama im being me?
Dream is a place in mind i'd like 2 be,
with warm blankety clouds keeping me safe,calm and jolly as can be,
flying far far where evryone's seeing bubbles instead of a tree,
Square balloons pastel of kinds bouncing and tickling me,
There's a big wonderful mess bubbling inside of me,
Need to let it flow and grow so i could be happy ordinary as any little lady might be
