The furniture game
We had to write a poem about mum or dad. I chose dad.
Dad
Dad is the color of fresh cut green grass.
He is a hard comforting bed ready to sleep on.
Dad is the sound of a huge wave crashing on the beach.
He is the fizz in soda water.
Dad is a beautiful fresh salad.
He is a bald eagle soaring through the sky.
Dad is huge rain storm with hail pounding down.
He is an enormous soccer field with tons of spectators cheering.
Dad are the jeans I wear, comfortable and safe.
Tai - this is an amazing poem and it touches me deeply. You truly have a unique gift. Love, Dad
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