A sensory poem by Cate, age 6:
Happiness is me and my friends.
It sounds like lafing and talking.
It smells like yummy and pretty.
It tastes like good and sweet.
It looks like jumping and smialing.
Happiness feels like nicse, good, mysilf.
Happiness, 40 year old style: Pulling this poem out of my daughter's backpack, and seeing her smiling face every day after school.
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