Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Day 25 of Poetry Month 2018

Christopher Robert Matthew Got a Present


There was a house up on a hill in a big city. The house was old,
but it was home to a mommy, a daddy,
and a boy named Christopher Robert Matthew.
Chris was 8 and he could read, and he wanted a dog for his birthday. The hill was steep,
but it was fun in the winter when there was snow and Chris wanted a sled for his birthday.
The city was loud, but Grandma Barnes liked to visit family and friends,
bring surprises in her big suitcase, and Chris wanted a bike for his birthday.

When Chris woke up on his birthday, his mommy and daddy were gone, and
Grandma made his breakfast. And then she made his lunch. And no one came by with presents.
But at 5 o’clock, the front door opened, and in walked, a mommy, a daddy,
and a white basket covered a blanket.

So, Chris didn’t get a dog, a sled, or a bike for his birthday. He got a baby sister, and
he thought that was just fine.



© 2018 Catherine Woods

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