I am sweet and clean
I wonder about my mom
I hear teddy bear laugh
I see fairies dancing
I want to be an artist
I am sweet and clean
I pretend I was on the Titanic
I feel angel hands
I touch pixies hands
I worry about my family
I cry for my toys
I am sweet and clean
I understand my mom loves me
I say love is power
I dream I rule the world
I try to get perfect grades
I hope my mom and me live forever
I am sweet and clean
Hi! Alixandra I liked your poem. Is realy nice you have good thoughts.
Posted by: Erica | September 05, 2007 at 08:33 AM
Hi penny,
Iloved your I am poem!It was reaally great!!Well I have to go Bye!!
P.S write mw back!!
your #1 Friend!!
Posted by: Alejandra | September 06, 2007 at 09:03 AM
Alixandra,
I wish I understood why we worry about our mother's I wish I couldn't woory about them, too. Also, I dream to rule the world, too. Write me back.
From,
Your #1 friend
Posted by: Jennifer | March 12, 2008 at 08:57 AM