Come
Sofia.
Come listen to me.
Come, snuggle up close on Grandma’s knee.
When Grandma was a very young age
She’d squiggle squiggles all over the page
Of an empty book that was full of ideas
That needed squiggles, to make them appear.
Now grandma is old, she has learned how to write.
She makes pictures with words on pages empty and white.
She can’t draw with a pencil. She can’t paint with a brush.
She can’t stand on the ceiling or dance on the moon
But, she can make up stories to amuse and enthral.
Now those are big words for someone so small.
Enthral opens your eyes wide, amuse brings a smile
While you listen intently to Grandma for a while.
So
Sofia,
Come listen to me.
Come, snuggle up close on Grandma’s knee.
Listen, listen with care, to the words Grandma says.
Once, there was a little girl, back in the days…………..
Janet Budd
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/listen-sofia/
