For those of you that visited the Montesorri school with us today, there was a request that I put this poem on the blog for a Mother's Day project. If you were not with us, you may still like to have it. :) Author unknown.
I am your little flower, Mom
Please help me grown and bloom.
Take the weeds, but leave the roots
and give me lots of room.
Mom, you are my gardener;
My sunshine and my rain.
Too much will make me wither
With enough, I'll bloom again.
I am your little flower, Mom.
I'm different from the rest;
Don't pick me Mom, just help me grow
To be my very best.
