Postcard

On Monday, I did a reading and taught a poetry lesson at the New York Institute for the Blind. I was enchanted by the children. Indy felt my face and then laughed when she touched my curly hair. I thought it would be smooth, she said. After I read this poem, I told them they could write postcards from anywhere in the world.

This is what Sierra, 7, came up with:Postcard from the Inside of a Cow

Dear mom,
I am writing this
from the inside of a cow.
It is warm
and milky,
and oh so silky.
I miss you, mom.
I'll be home soon.

S.