Your daughter sounds out Seuss, knows all the words
of Hop on Pop. I learned in Montessori
that words had ancestors. They flocked like birds
on paper wings, their nests the baggies we
secured in pockets, used for daily drills.
"My First Love Asks Me to Stop Writing About Him,"
Booth: Vol. 3
, Article 2.
Available at: http://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol3/iss3/2