The little good wolf wakes in the morning and gets out of bed....
after a big, stretchy yawn, she puts flowers on her head.
The flowers rest upon her head, as she lights up any room....
with her stunning eyes, sweet-little-smile, and marvelous perfume!
This poem is was inspired by Haley Sky Allen (my 9-year-old niece) who darted to my dress-up stash with the gusto of a squirrel in summer!
I must fess-up...
When it comes to dress-up, I just can't get enough! I've played dress-up with EVERY AGE, 0-100 + and it never fails to create at least one sacredly silly moment.
Yeah, yeah, yeah... One of you is thinking that dress-up is a germ-infested nightmare.
I feel you. You don't have to put anything on ... but you can engage in looking, joking, and provoking during a solid, group dress-up. Maybe you're the photographer; or maybe you write a poem about it later, like I did!
Come what may, there's always a way, to play today.