This morning was the Poetry Breakfast at Wm's school. The parents all come to the school and the kids do a poetry reading while breakfast is served. Wm was super pumped because TimBits were an option. All the kids have a little bound poetry book and got to take the the centerpiece flowers home to plant - and got a bookmark with their names on it. Wm was so cutely excited!
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| Us posing with the poetry book |
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| Steve and Wm reading poems |
It reads: These poems are dedicated to my parents, because they have always been with me, and never just watched or waited while I was struggling or having trouble with something. **TEAR**
Unsurprisingly, Mr. Shypants would not get up to do a reading. So here is a rando doing one so you can imagine Wm doing it awesomely in your mind.
This poem made me laugh so hard. It starts out on a nice, if a bit excessive, note, but has a twist ending. Wm is the M. Night Shyamalan of Poetry Breakfast.
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| Things turn dark there at the end. |
But this was my favorite poem. I loved the line about how lightening slithers like a snake.
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