Dear Sal (This is the first Poem I ever wrote at the age of 8)

Dear mom said little Sal

Will you be my dearest pal?

Of course I will dear little friend

I am here until the very end

Then Sal sat up and said out loud

Being your daughter I’m very proud

Then her mother gave a pose

And touched Sal gently on her nose

Now again it’s time for bed

Now lay down your sleepy head.

                                                                                Written by: Barbara Jeanne