A couple of weeks ago I asked Emma if she had been thinking of any more poems she’d like to share. I know that when I write a poem, I actually have it in my head for a while before I begin to write. I had a feeling somehow that she did, too. I held up the letter board:
Me: “Do you have any more poems in mind that you want me to write down?”
Me: “That’s great! What’s the name of your poem? Do you know what it is?”
My pulse spiked. I was so curious to have her spell it out, but she was off to school and I decided to wait a couple of days during a quiet moment to ask her for the rest of it.
Watching her spell anything out feels like a dream. Every word is thrilling. Where will her fingers go? … I’m always filled with wonder. She began to spell out her poem. I watched her fingertips flow over the letters so easily – faster than usual. I was in awe as I read her words. It was more than beautiful, the word I praised it with. I really didn’t even know what to say……I’m not sure I have words for this one. Some things are beyond words…
Me: “When you say, ‘I’, who do you mean?”
All that week I couldn’t stop thinking about her poem. It was hard to even sleep because my mind was consumed – deeply affected. A couple days after she spelled it out, I just had to ask her some questions about it.
Me: “Emma, why did you use the word I instead of God in your poem?”
Emma: So the reader will feel close to God
Me: “Why did you call the poem Heaven?”
Emma: I am your reason for everything so I am your heaven
Me: “That is really profound, Emma. Has God ever spoken to you?”
Me: “Could you hear him with your ears?”
Me: “Really? What did he say?”
Emma: I will always take care of you