Dear Donovan,
I know you’re in the 5th grade,
but I look up to you.
You’re amazing, smart, confident,
great at math and learning to play piano!
I learned that your favorite food is steak.
You’ve got such impressive poise, style and just quiet reassurance.
I’d like to be like you but I suppose I’ll settle for being me instead.
I’d honestly vote for you to be president because you’re a special, intelligent young man with ginormous potential to go and be anything you set your mind to.
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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I will watch for a President named Donovan (but I probably won't be around then).❤️
You and Donovan share a lot in common… 😊