She were reading
Wormd my hart
To see her so doing
Moved me to remark
' So love to see a child reading '
' You're on a great journey, lass '
' A journey, that will never end '
' This is just the beginning! '
Her mum stood over her, a beaming smile
I continued on!
' I am picking up books to, lass ' ; ' Someday as will you '
Later the child, qude up, to pay for the chosen book of her day
She had wings upon her back
The lady at the counter, ask the child: ' Who are you dressed as? '
Before the child could answer,  I said: ' Why she a bissy bee, looking for book Flowers & pollen of words" '
The little girl answered, quoting me word for word!

Ken D. Williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmith Ov Thanet