Bio-Poem
I am gentle and caring
I wonder how they make flying cars
I hear laughter and talking
I see a Golden Retriever that’s bony
I want a cold ice cream
I am gentle and caring
I pretend I am a penguin playing a game
I feel cold water from a sink
I touch a bed that’s soft
I worry I’ll get an F in class
I cry when I am hurt
I am gentle and caring
I understand we all make mistakes
I say a lady swam the Arctic Ocean
I dream I will have a lot of candy
I try to play soccer well
I hope there will be flying cars when I grow up (so I can operate one)
I am gentle and caring
Lalit – 09/2005