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Every day,
I carried an umbrella to school
because my mother told me to.
Kids called me Umbrella Girl.
The name tried to fold me up,
but it never quite managed it.
I kept walking.
I followed her instruction
even when they laughed.
They trusted their own noise.
I trusted her.
Only one of us was right.
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20 comments
💜💜💜 Never trust the noise.
What a good girl, standing up to the bullies! Love this:
“The name tried to fold me up,
but it never quite managed it.”
I liked this
It must have often been bad weather where Umbrella girl lived. Anyway, it is a beaufiful poem and I like the illustration.
para sol
but not for all
Very nice.
Wonderful ♥️
Cute ❤️
Her mother was right. The other kids were just mean.
I’m glad she listened to her mother, and ignored the mean kids who taunted her. – Wonderful poem. 🙂
Love the end to that poem.
Thank you so much, Jacqui.
It’s just like how we should view listening to God. Ignore the others who say things like “He isn’t real” or “the Bible is a made-up story.”
No matter what names we might get called, we should always believe in Jesus!
Great story, Kymber!
Right on, Kim! Thank you! xo
This is wonderful, Kymber.
Thank you so much, Violet!
cool, poem, Kymber, xox
Thank you, Carol Anne. xoxo
So cute! ❤️
Thank you, John. 🙂