Writing with Kids

If I neglect my children to write all morning and they interrupt but also edit my poem and compose one ad libitum, it’s not neglect, right? I can call that education, can’t I? G corrected my subject-verb (dis)agreement and D instructed, “Mom, write this.”

Dirt Bikes
By D (my 6yo)

Dirt bikes crash onto hills
while the sweaty wind blows
the leaves into their faces.

The finish line is 10 miles away
and the iguanas are swishing
by the dirt bike road.

The rabbits are hopping along
the pond you jump over;
it’s a little deep.

The rocks are bumpy,
thump, thump, thump.

He says it’s a work in progress. I assured him we are all works in progress.

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