This week I?d like to introduce you to an aspiring new author. Her name is Emma Brooke Jolly and she just so happens to be my granddaughter. Last Thursday was her last day as a first grader. She brought home piles of work she?d done throughout the year. One folder contained stories and poems she had written. I couldn?t wait to feast my eyes on her words.

I took the hand written pages out to my rocking chair on the carport and started reading while Emma played with her five week old kittens. Every once in a while she would look up to see if I was still reading. Her tender, honest words made me laugh and brought a tear to my eye.

I can promise you Emma will have plenty of support if the desire to write stays with her throughout the years. I can only hope she?ll be able to do what she loves. Even though making a living from writing is tough. I?ll still encourage Emma to become a doctor, nurse, teacher or whatever it takes to pay the bills. The old saying ?starving artist? applies to writers too.

I can?t wait for you to read one of her stories and a poem. Here they are.

What Is Summer?

Emma Brooke Jolly

Summer tastes like water floating in my mouth.

Summer sounds like birds chirping.

Summer looks like flowers blooming everywhere around me.

Summer smells like the smell from flowers.

Summer feels like the sun beating down making me sweat.

Bunny Tail

Emma Brooke Jolly

Once upon a time there was a bunny that wanted a tail. So he found somebody, and her name was Emma Brooke Jolly.

He said, ?Can you make me a tail?? he said in a squeaky voice and smiling.

So I made him a white tail out of chewing gum. Then he hopped off.

But he came back and said, ?My tail has got stuck so much that I have decided that I do not want a tail anymore. But I do want a best friend.?

?Okay, I will be your best friend,? I said looking happy.

He said, ?Thank you.?

And I said, ?You?re welcome.?

The End.

Wasn?t that the cutest thing you?ve ever read? Full of imagination, and so descriptive. Okay, I can?t stand it. Here?s one more:

Homework

Emma Brooke Jolly

I hate doing my homework. So bad that I want to flush it down the toilet. Even I want to flush school down the toilet.

But one day I got home and started to get out my homework and it was not there. I was so happy I just about flew out of my pants and broke the ceiling.

I yelled, ?I don?t have any homework.?

?You what?? My grandma said.

?I don?t have any homework!?

Finally I went home and went to bed.

The End

What a blessing grandchildren are. I thank the good Lord everyday for Emma. And who knows, maybe one day we?ll write a book together. We did jot down a short story last year called, There?s a Heel on my Hill. Maybe we?ll share it with you soon.

Thanks for bearing with me, while this old Grandma brags. Have a blessed week all.

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