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I'm glad she had such a good time! Ask her to write a poem about her favorite thing there.
Katlyn's grandmother, a friend of my friend, was going through her fight against breast cancer and heading for surgery when she brought Katlyn to a poetry workshop for kids at the tea shop. Here's the poem I wrote after Katlyn blew me away with her poems!
To Katlyn and her grandmother, Nanny
Katlyn
Studies Show that Acts of Kindness Benefit the Donor Just as Much as the Recipient
When arriving at Tea Tyme for a children's writing workshop
I find that only one child has arrived ahead of me, a girl of seven years
wearing a black-on-black jaguar-patterned jacket and black jeans;
her pretty brown hair frames bright eyes that spark and glow.
She is a gift who leaps into the unknown as if it were birthday cake─
colorful, lit with swirled candles, and obviously delicious.
Before the hour is over she draws pictures, writes two poems─
produces more than many adults who might have been there
Saying "Oh, no. I can't write. I can't draw." But she, who has set no limits
on herself, no strictures requiring some unreachable standard of creativity,
has created "Snowball," a poem about a bobble-headed cat
and a glorious piece about flying fast as a faerie, vanishing before our eyes.
Delighted, I am blessed to have been the recipient of her gift,
allowed to be the hand that struck the match that lit the candles,
the kitchen help who mixed the batter, poured it into oiled stainless steel,
tucked the batter-filled pan into the oven to watch it rise into a golden cake!
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