A poem for Mama
One day. Mama felt
sick. I decide to recite
a poem to her. It
goes like this:
"At the ends of my
hands, I have ten little fingers"
"At the ends of my
feet I have ten little toes."
"At the ends of my
hands, I have ten little fingers."
"They help me to
run, to play, and to follow my body wherever it goes!"
"I have black curly
hair and big brown eyes to see al; around me and look up at the
sky!"
"Mi nose is great,
too! I can smell anything."
"Like the food Mama
cooks and the cakes Grandma bakes!"
"My mouth is my
favorite, because it has all my teeth."
"I brush them every
day and night and after I eat sweets."
"I take good care of
my body.
I wash it and dry it
make sure it gets rest."
"So when I go to
school
I am healthy and can
do my best."
And then I said,
"Mama, take care of
your body, take your medicine and rest, for our bodies are
really,
really great!"
Then she nodded at
me, smiled, and fell asleep.
Jean Steeves
Franco (United States)
Answer this
questions
1. What happened
to Mama?
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2. What did the
little girl wrote for Mama?
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3. What happened
to Mama at the end of the story?
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