Every time we spy a full moon, we sigh and say "la bella luna". And sometimes we launch into a couple of lines of That's Amore, when the moon hits your eye, like a big pizza pie. It's just one of those things we do.
I finally got around to addressing the third grade pile - all the writing and collages and spelling tests and math quizzes and the report on the arctic hare. [Yes, she's in fourth grade, but I've been a little swamped. An unplanned week at home helped.] I was entirely charmed by a set of poems she'd written, and completely undone by this one.
Labelaloona. La bella luna. Oh beautiful moon. Oh beautiful child, you light up my sky night and day.
The poem and the kid are treasures.
ReplyDeleteAww. Maybe it's just the day, but that brought a tear to my eye.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and perfect.
ReplyDeleteLove this. And I feel like she should have received a "check plus"!
ReplyDeletelove, love, love this!
ReplyDeleteThat's just lovely.
ReplyDeletethat's one to save :-)
ReplyDeleteI love it!
ReplyDeleteI really like the spelling. And, of course, the poem.
ReplyDeleteSo wonderful. The poem is a treasure. (So is she.)
ReplyDelete(I really should read all the comments before posting. Imagine I'd gone to the thesaurus to find a synonym for "treasure" before posting.)
ReplyDeleteOh my. Flash. What a poem!
ReplyDeleteI find I'm undone, as well.
ReplyDeleteIf it ever comes to you needing to send her out for fostering (as a page, perhaps) at the nearest castle, may mine be the castle.
So awesome. Happy, happy b-day to Miss M.--and happy 9 years of parenting to you. So glad I get to read so many stories here.
ReplyDeleteWe burst into "I see the moon...." upon seeing the moon.