My mommy is a writer. <br />She has stories in her head. <br />I hear her typing late at night <br />when I am in my bed. <br /> <br />I like to read the things she writes, <br />well, the kids’ stuff anyway. <br />The other stuff’s too old for me, <br />but I can read that, too, someday. <br /> <br />She calls me her inspiration <br />for the poetry she writes. <br />I guess that means I’m pretty smart <br />for someone just my size. <br /> <br />Boy, grownups sure are funny. <br />I don’t understand, sometimes. <br />I like to make up stories, too... <br />but they call them little white lies.<br /><br />C.J. Heck<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/makin-up-stuff-children/
