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Ivy lives next door to Poempig. She had leukemia. She came to our house one day while she was undergoing chemo ahead of a bone marrow transplant for Leukemia. She had bald patches. She was bloated. She had the chemo plugs hanging out her back. She had shingles. Her medicine made her feel sick. She was 4 years old.

We wanted to do something for Ivy  but what? Poempig is a writer and my daughter, Georgina, is an artist. So we made this book for Ivy.

If you know any kid who is under going chemo please download this book and give it to them. Kids think it is funny. And let parents know today Ivy is a bright and giggly fairy hopping all around the house.
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This poem simply called Cats by Eleanor Fajeon can be found on many websites and blogs. It has captured the soft feel and texture of a cat as well as the idiosyncratic cat-lifestyle. But it also has a beat. So this poem has been turned into a Rap Song by Andrew Williamson’s Grade  4A   #mce_temp_url#

 

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Any table, any chair.

Top of piano, window ledge,

In the middle, on the edge.

Open drawer, empty shoe,

anybody’s lap will do.

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in a cupboard with your socks.

Anywhere! They don’t care!

Cats sleep anywhere.

 

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Lunch poem

Fans of Sylvia Plath take note. This poem was composed by a 4 yo hopping on one foot. Nevertheless you may detect a Plathesque tone.

 

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Why does the wind rush?

Why does the sea roar?

Why do I have to be more?   

Skyla Age 7

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We in the West are such goal setters, we sometimes treat children as if they were incomplete adults. As a result, at school many children today sense an urgent need for them to improve. They feel inadequate because they do not read well enough, or write well enough or add up properly. Skyla could sense this pressure to improve. Yet Skyla, like all young children, was already perfect in her own perfectly impish way.

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