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PINEAPPLE PRINCESS [Format Kindle]Katarina Zavodszka (Auteur)
Friday, September 14, 2012
JOSEPHINE’S FIRST POEM
Josephine pouted as she sat herself in the corner of the sofa.
“Josephine, you need to take time out. Go upstairs and count to one hundred, calm down and then think about it.”
“But I did not scroll down...” she began to lie. Mama has gotten angrier. “I do not like lies, Josephine. I was reading you a German lesson and you were not paying attention and started to click and scroll down the pages.”
“It’s your fault, because you...” Josephine began to blame. This made mama even angrier.
“Josephine, blaming makes me even more angry. The whole thing is very simple. I was reading you a German lesson and you were not paying attention and started to click and scroll down the pages on the computer. I do not wish to read you right now. You need to think about it all and then come to talk to me.”
Josephine began to cry.
“Why are you crying? “Asked mama.
“Because you are angry with me.”
“Yes, but you only need to apologize and not to do it again, and then we can play again.” Mama walked toward Josephine’s library and pulled out the ‘Madeline, The - Always – Be – Polite Book’. She sat down next to Josephine and hugging her, she began to read the chapter ‘SORRY’. In no time Josephine was laughing. “Excuse me, Sorry, Pardon me!” Read mama. “And then all bad will be forgotten.”
“Why is she crying?” Josephine asked about the picture in the book.
“Because her sorry comes from her heart.” Mama explained. “See?” She said. Then mama closed the book and smiled. Her eyes still on the book cover, she said: “Look at the cover illustration. Can you describe it? I see a flower lady in the plaza of the city of Paris. There is a fountain in the middle, Miss Clavel with twelve girls... What else is there?”
“Four trees, yellow sunflowers, red and yellow tulips, red roses...” said, Josephine. And then, after a short pause she started to recite with a smile her very first very own poem:
“Sunflowers are yellow
Roses are red
I always say sorry
When I did something bad”
“That’s lovely!” Said mama with the biggest smile. “Let’s write it down so we do not forget it. Would you like to illustrate it?”
“Yes.” Said Josephine. “Why are you so happy?” She observed.
“Because I like it very much!”