So, without wasting any more time, here is the Katrina Birthday Poem:
Ode to Katrina
-By Charlotte C. Cantwell
We bonded over a bag of Skittles,
From that day she was always my friend,
For year after year with no end.
Though to the south she has moved,
Kindergartners, she's proved,
Give us stories- our sides split, they rend. (splitting our sides with laughter, that is)
A few years ago Katrina moved to the Salt Lake area where she started teaching Kindergarten. One of the highlights of my weeks/months are when she calls me or e-mails me with some of the funny things that those kids say and do. It's absolutely amazing at times.
Now, what else can I say of this girl?
Her hair's full of natural curl.
And inside and out,
She'll be spunky AND devout,
And she's an absolute gem (or a pearl).
In Russia she kept me from crying, (because I couldn't speak or understand a word of Russian)
And we have stories you'd swear we were lying.
Tales of crazy tour guides,
who took us for rides.
I'm surprised we got out without dying.
Some day I'll have to do a whole post about the quirky adventures we had together in St. Petersburg in the Spring of 2000. Crazy crazy times.
But through all our adventures and such,
She's never lost her magic touch.
And her patience she's kept,
Oh we've laughed and we've wept.
And I'm grateful--oh, so very much.