Incredibly proud to share this poem written by my nephew Rohan Parekh at age 7. Yes age 7! Keep it up RoRo, you are my Poet Prince :)
I don’t realise how many birds there are
Sitting on top of my left arm
And there’s a parrot on my head
And he’s made out of bread
With a bit of some cheese
And he really likes peas
Coca cola is the best
Will you please be my guest?
Christmas isn’t far away
We really have to pray
For my grandad in the sky
Who we had to say goodbye
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In case you missed it …
This was a story my sister Shraddha Parekh wrote about our parents, and their little serendipitous moment from 65 years ago. There has since been an update to the story. Please visit the post Serendipity again and scroll to the end to see the most wonderful end to this very unique story 🧡🐦🧡
SONYA KASSAM 
Thank you everyone for your lovely comments. I will try to do more poems.
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Yay! Looking forward to it :)
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Dear Rohan,
What wonderful rhyming and sweet sentiment you have expressed in this poem! Well done! :)
All good wishes,
robert
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Yes he did very well 💙
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Admiration and love to RoRo from Vivek’s grandfather.
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Well deserved 🙏🏼
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A prince indeed! Can we have more from him?
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I’m sure there will be plenty more, thank you.
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Following in his Masi’s footsteps 👣👣👣
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💙🧡 so proud!
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