我家大娃9岁，最近写实了以下这首她书桌上及旁边所见小物件的小诗。您给点意见：
I have known the credence of desk lamps,
The certitude they hold something special,
Spirited flag still full of energy,
Watches believing they are worthwhile,
Hopeful scissors waiting to be picked up,
Rediscovered friendship necklace striving to spill secrets,
The yearning of pens watching the dancers,
Exhausted paper and pruned pencil,
Forgotten mouse, eraser, charger,
Left at the bottom of the pencil holder.
And I have seen toys put in boxes in the closet,
Stuffed there for weeks turning into months and years,
Only feeling the rising weight of reality and others,
Until the children, all grown up, pulls them out into piles,
Keep one and send the others away to another,
Longing for companionship like they once did.
还有这首她名为“I am a rock”的诗，她喜欢收集各种石头。您也给评评？
i am a rock