I think I’m something specialhigh above the crowd
so high at times
I’m all alone
like sitting on a cloud.
But I don’t live in a make believe world
my thinking’s down to earth
I know who I am
and what I can be
I know just what I’m worth.
So when they ask of one another
just who does she think she be
I very proudly tell them
I am me!
I wrote a poem, then drew a picture with a cloud in it.
The cuddle loved them. So do I!
Hugs,
Miss Chloe
