My pop is special to me,
I am eight years old
I’m older than my pop
I think he’s only three. (joke)
I love my pop because,
he sees flowers every where he goes,
he talks to animals like they’re his friends,
and he calls parrots rainbows.
My pop loves rivers and oceans,
my pop hates war and fights.
my pop is so different,
he has the coolest insights.
My pop is going home tomorrow
and I’m going to miss him so.
I know I’ll cry when he leaves.
I love you Pop, I don’t want you to go.
Chrissy
