I want you to thank. Thank your Mama for her smiles Papa for his hugs Aunt for her stories Uncle for his kisses Grandma for her lessons Grandpa for his cookies. Thank your family for their love. Most of all, I write stories for YOU because. . . I want you to know words.
Words fall on a page like the pitter-patter of a warm spring rain.
Words melt in your mouth like icy cold popsicles bought from an ice cream truck. Words tumble past your lips like a rolling race down a tall green hill. Words march quickly past your eyes like a fun parade. Words slip swiftly through your soul like sands on a hot summer beach. Words fill your head like hot buttery popcorn spilling out of a bowl.