Cry Baby
A second poem by Bella

Salty tears run down her face ballet shoes with a high lace she found out she lost her case with all of her stuff and all of her lace she started to be called cry baby she wiped off all her tears then she peers through the ballet curtain she has a fear she will mess up then she found her case and put on her lace and got out there and won the race!

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Five days ago, Bella and I sat down and wrote A Night Scare together for fun and snuggles. The day after she wrote two more poems — no prompts. This poem and the next I will be posting soon, were without any of mom’s help.
I am so incredibly proud of her! Thank you all for encouraging my pumpkin’ muffin ❤️
Gratitude
This time, I asked Bella what is she thankful for.
“I am thankful for my life.” — Bella





