Eve’s writing proves that she is smarter
than other children. For a starter,
she lets her crayons run, not walk,
and calls her grandma Rosenstalk,
which I, her grandpa, do not mock,
although the name is Rosenstock.
Like the wise son at the seder,
and her sistertwin called Ada,
Eve of us is far ahead
when writing words that could be said
in other ways, and knows a joke
far better than most womenfolk,
thus making family and carers
laugh with, not at, her spelling errors,
so unlike God who didn’t laugh
when Sarah made a howling gaffe.
Eve sent Anita Rosenstock, her maternal grandmother, a letter, addressing the envelope to Grandma Rosenstalk.
12/23/09
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely heartwarming. I loved this. Ah, the freedom of youth. And the still young at heart to see it.