Literature as Art, for the Littlest Readers
Raising multilingual, multicultural children through storytelling
Where do these stories come from?
I invented them,
We see, we smell, we feel
something that stays with us,
a word is formed.
When we get back to our room, I empty my pockets,
and words like pearls go slipping and bouncing all around.
On their own they are wild and lonely.
But when I arrange them a certain way, this one next to that one because it must be so, together they make a sentence, then a story, and the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.
I present you with strings of pearls.
We will not remember our voyage by photographs, but by our chest of jewels.
One day, you will string them your very own way, and the language shall be