One of my favorite things about living now is the digital camera. Who would have thought I would have so much fun with one ? I can tell tiny tales with photographs ’till the cows come home. My grandma Clara used to say that.
My granddaughter Clara is a princess through and through. Every princess knows that you have to kiss some frogs along the way because you never know which one is really the prince. I told her that she was a little young to be worrying about that but she said she was just practicing. As I snapped away I thought of a little poem. My little poem became the pages of a little book which tells the tale of a princess-gone-kissy and a frog who was just . . . well, a frog. But in true Princess Clara fashion she liked him anyway.
Won’t it be fun for Clara to find this little book tucked away somewhere . . . forgotten in the passage of time. She can read it to her little Clara or whatever her name is. The poem goes like this and the photographs follow:
Kissing Frogs
by
Grandma
If you kiss a frog, he’ll think he’s a dog.
Don’t touch his tongue, unless he is young.
If his tongue has goo, don’t get it on you.
If he has warts, don’t share your shorts.
If you can’t decide . . . then leave him outside !
{with his friends}
Now isn’t that more fun that just sticking pictures in a photo album? I also want Princess Clara to remember my literary side. {tee-hee }
“rib-bit rib-bit”
-a frog-