@Musician 8 July 2023

Poem about a small dot Anna What's the first thing you think of when you think of a dot? Everyone think of the black dot. No, my dot is not that black dot. My dot is my Anna. Little blue, with blue eyes. A dotty, like no other. A small pit bull. Big and little cheater. Leader. Strong and weak. All this until now. And she is only two years old. Better say stubborn.😊 So small and so persistent. And again a sweetie. Little sweet princess. And what about the dot? My son called her a dot. When we told him that there was someone in his mother's stomach, he was too young to realize how someone is in his mother's stomach, and mom didn't eat it. 😀 That's how the poem about Anna was born. Author: Musician Thanks a lot for reading. Lead image source: unsplash.com