Apart from doing a small Christmas study through advent, I have had about 2 months of school and know it is time to start again. This year will be a bit different from what we have done before as mummy has found a whole heap of different resources to work from, and it looks like this year will be enjoyable then last year.
I wrote this poem for mummy though she won’t know I even wrote such a thing till she reads this post. Mummy had set up a schoolroom on the table the books she had piled. She was so terribly excited today she would teach her own child.
At first she taught him easy things like the ABC's then moved on to harder things like 18 x 43.
Everyday they both enjoyed it the child and herself and after many years of learning those books were put on the shelf.
For her boy had learnt all he could eaten all knowledge in reach now his is married with kids and to his children his wife does teach.
And whenever that wonderful mother doesn’t feel happy or gay all she needs is to remember that wonderful happy first day.
An original poem by Saxon May your Sword Stay Sharp,