Guest Poet: Rollo

My son read this at his class's Mother's Day Tea

My Mom

Planting fruit and vegetables, the way she raises my brothers and I,

Because that is who she is.

Happy when I was baptized.

Because that is who she is.

I see her making yummy dinner,

I hear her playing the piano, as lovely as a bird.

That is my mom and I love her.

by Rollo, age 8

Thanks, Rollo!