Papa, I have to write a poem, Cici told me this evening.  I looked at the instructions with her.  This was to be a free-form poem with no requirements for rhyming or any particular structure.  I don't know how to write a poem, she told me.  

Hmm, you can be the judge of that.

Daisy

A little daisy grew under the window

Whatever way the winds might blow

I watched her every morning

It always gave me confidence

Even a little daisy can grow

Nothing for me is difficult

When the weather gets bad

I always hope for softer wind that won’t make her head slouch

After school I run back home

She is still facing to me, waiting for the wonderful tomorrow

By:  Angela Tianjiao Solomon