More Poetry

I was snooping in Sil's journal again and I found this limerick she wrote:


From the track there came a greyhound,
Who ran fast across the ground.
But when it came to the stairs
Her fear was a snare
For fear of them tumbling down.

I am glad to see that she is working through her fears with her writing. This is a positive step (pun intended). We will continue to work on the stairs until she can write of her triumph. Oh, and I found one more poem:

Roses are red, violets are blue,
Can I find a forever home with you?