Guess there’s another “foodie” in the house.
My littlest boy wrote this poem at school about what “Joy” is to him. It may just have a permanent spot on my refrigerator.
Several sweet lines were about his favorite foods.
It’s nice to know that simple things like Chocolate Chip Pumpkin Bread after school or a Snickerdoodle Cake for a special occasion can really feed the soul.
Thanks, Sam.
Joy
Joy looks like running at a park
Joy feels like a heart beating slowly
Joy sounds like the bells ringing at a symphony
Joy tastes like a good Snickerdoodle Cake
Joy smells like my mom’s pumpkin bread when I come home from school
Joy reminds me of when I went to Hawaii
By Sam Windheim (age 9)