A Boy :)

This is a story about me when I was 8 years old.

A boy came home from school with a drawing he'd made in class. He danced with joy into the kitchen, where his mother was preparing dinner.

"Mama, see this!", he said and waving the drawing to his mother.

His mother never looked up.

"What?" his mother said, arranging the plates and glasses.

"See this, Mama!" he excitedly told her, waving the drawing.

"What???", the mother said, pouring orange juice into glasses.

"Mama, you're not listening."

"Yes I am, son."

"Mama, you're not listening with your eyes", the boy said and left the kitchen quickly.

So, what do you feel if you are in that boy's situation?
Anyway, thanks for reading guys! :) Goodnight!

my first poem :)

haha
actually this is my first time writing a blog
and here i want to share about my poem
my very very first poem
LOL

this was an assignment given to me by my lecturer
he instructed us to do a poem based on a theme either NOTHING'S CHANGED, or EVERYTHING'S CHANGED :(

so i chose NOTHING'S CHANGED bcoz i think it is easier ( i guess )
so after a couple of hours PERAH OTAK, (haha sorry tho)
here is the result:-

and i hope you can comment on my poem :)
bcoz i want to fix it and learn from my mistakes.thank you. lues ~

NOTHING'S CHANGED

candy,candy,sweets,sweets!
there's a berry,birdie tweets!
oh Tree, berry was plucked,
oh yes,birdie got stucked!

wings flapped,over and over,
feathers spread,all over,
birdie's leg couldn't twitch,
gripped by the branch of Witch.

Oh no! something happened!
birdie's beak widely opened,
berry hastes towards gravity,
escapes into river,from the birdie.

birdie finally,loosing free
berry then,swims to the sea,
thank you,Tree of Ancient,
finally,nothing's changed