Hello

I am often impressed by my little one, who seems to have what I would call a creative mind.

He wrote this little poem to comfort his elder brother, who just had a bad fall and broken his chin. We were vacationing in Bahamas. He was seven.

Moon

Once I ate the sun
Once I ate the moon
If I ate the moon with a fork
I would eat the sun with a spoon
It did taste good
Make your cut
Feel good, you
Should, you should