Maddelyn Moonie

• Isabella Crawford, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2018

A girl was born,
She didn’t have a uniform,
but she was only a week old.
She didn’t like to be cold.
Her eyes were blue,
and she had the flu.
She had beautiful red hair.
Maddelyn couldn’t sit on a chair,
so she sat on the floor.
I scared her and said roar.
her parents started to drive off,
with a horrible cough.
Her clothing size is very small,
She would always drool,
and would always be in someone’s arms,
She’s such a little charm.