My eight year old grandson
writes poetry with passion
caricatures anything under the sun
pictures a monkey with a bun
dresses him in fashion
cries he is done.
I read aloud the lines
tracking the facial glow
I go on line by line
following the eyes shine
amazed by the flow
I grade it fine.
Overjoyed he runs telling everyone
that he is a poet of renown.
Meenas Poems 