Love – Rose Dunlap


by Rose Dunlap

I love my mom, of course,
And my grammy,
And Bizmark, my dog.
I love them, but they loved me first.

I love to climb
And do somersaults.
The people don’t have to be pretty
For me to love them.

I love the bear
That Miss Ilse gave me.
When I love somebody
I always feel happy.

I love to hold the hand of a friend.
I love to run,
And I don’t feel tired
At all.

Rose Dunlap

Rose Dunlap

Rose Dunlap is now ten years old. She spent part of “Christmas at Central” writing her poem.

Posted in Poems about Love, Poet Laureate.