Gentleness

Gentleness is a breeze, blowing slowly,

Rippling on my neck.

Gentleness is petals, peaceful on the grass,

Lying in the garden.

Gentleness is a hug, inviting me into its warmth,

safe in loving arms.

Gentleness if fragile like a glass vase,

But gentleness is strong when everyone uses it.

Last night I had my leaning conversation. Mum,Dad and Mrs Deeley were all there with me. I was very nervous at first but I became more confident in the end. I explained what my goals were for reading, writing and maths. I also told them how I was going to achieve my goals.

This term I will try to get faster at my division.