- Drawing by Addison, age 3
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- The Umbrella
- By Peggy June
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- As I walked to work in the early morning
rain
- I said my usual prayers for my family.
- So many problems --
- The weight of the umbrella became heavier
with each thought --
- Too difficult for me to solve --
- The umbrella seemed to prevent my prayers
from going up.
- They stayed with me and bore down more and
more
- So that by the time I got to work
- The black umbrella was made of iron
- And I was the shaft of it
- As big around as a needle, but as tall as my
body.
- As strong as a needle, too, though -- as
unbreakable.
- Still, I long for the weight to lift.
- I want
to be a feather.
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