Daddy

Tell me dad when you come back home? Mom won't get a proper sleep nowadays. She believes that you do not go to sea again. Mom is jealous sometimes and she tells stories of Mermaids. Not only Mom, myself, brother and twin sisters We all hate the sea. Deep sea doesn't have a heart. The naughty waves bring us sorrow everyday destroying our sand castles. One of my friends told me She dreamed last night a Giant eagerly drinks the whole ocean with a straw. I am scared Dad please come back home soon. I forgot to tell you that I came first in the class. What you bring for me? Your loving daughter Hope. To the poetess Esme Shaw