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