The Colour of Glitter

Tell Me a Story

As a change, I thought I'd post this poem by my seven-year-old Granddaughter, Sophie, who wrote it this morning over breakfast. We live in Spain, while Sophie and her parents live in the UK. We don't get to see them too often. Little things like this touch me.

Sophie struggles with anything to do with English as a school subject, hates reading etc, so I'm amazed  she even thought to write it.

The Colour of Glitter:

Some red, some black, some blue, 

And some silver too, 

Some pink, 

I hope it doesn't go down your sink, 

Some dark blue, 

I hope it doesn't go in your pooh, 

And some gold, 

As long as you're not too old, 

And some purple, 

As long as you're not friends with Moaning Myrtle, 

Some light green,
It looks like my sun-screen, 

Some white too, 

It looks like my ballet shoe, 

These are all my coloured glitter, 

Now all I need is a cool baby sitter. 

by Sophie
aged 7