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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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10 comments
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. 🙂