Stella The Poet

Stella must have been channeling her inner poet tonight. Without warning or fanfare, Stella whipped up this little number and then performed it for me, Marni and my parents.

Pretty good for a first poem.

In case you can't read the image...

Oh flower

You glow like a star

Oh how much you glow

Do you know that in New York

There is a little girl named Stella

And far away...

Her name is "star"