Come <br />Sofia. <br />Come listen to me. <br />Come, snuggle up close on Grandma’s knee. <br /> <br />When Grandma was a very young age <br />She’d squiggle squiggles all over the page <br />Of an empty book that was full of ideas <br />That needed squiggles, to make them appear. <br /> <br />Now grandma is old, she has learned how to write. <br />She makes pictures with words on pages empty and white. <br />She can’t draw with a pencil. She can’t paint with a brush. <br />She can’t stand on the ceiling or dance on the moon <br /> <br />But, she can make up stories to amuse and enthral. <br />Now those are big words for someone so small. <br />Enthral opens your eyes wide, amuse brings a smile <br />While you listen intently to Grandma for a while. <br /> <br />So <br />Sofia, <br />Come listen to me. <br />Come, snuggle up close on Grandma’s knee. <br />Listen, listen with care, to the words Grandma says. <br />Once, there was a little girl, back in the days…………..<br /><br />Janet Budd<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/listen-sofia/
