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September 22, 2010 / paperkids


A couple weeks ago, I once again asked Emma if she had any poems she’d like to type out.  She proceeded to spell out another  poem, this one about reason.  It was profound.

Emma:  I don’t want you to put it on the blog

I felt a little disappointed, but I have been ready for her to tell me this.  She’s not always going to want to share everything.

Me:  “You don’t want me to share it?  Okay.  Don’t worry, I won’t.”

I wasn’t really sure why.  Maybe because it was too personal or contemplative.  I read over it a couple times in fascination and then copied it from the speak it app to paste it into my notepad.  Well, before I knew what was happening –  DELETE!!!

And after a few frantic moments I realized that it was gone.  Forever.  I wouldn’t be able to retrieve it.  Why, oh why, hadn’t I memorized it??  We backtracked and was able to get pretty much all the words right, but somehow it wasn’t the same – different placement maybe.  My version just couldn’t compare with her original.  Jared and I were pretty upset about the whole thing.  Even Emma couldn’t recall it exactly, but she didn’t seem bothered at all.   I didn’t want to pressure her too much so I said that we would try to work on recapturing it again another time.

So over the next week, I would sit down with her and knock out a line or two.  This time, the poem had changed a little.  I loved it just the same and maybe more.  It reminded me of my own process of writing and how I tweak my poems sometimes over the course of a year or more.  I had some poems I never finished.  That’s one of the wonderful things about creating with words.  You can make it want you want it to be and change it whenever you feel the urge.  Only for Emma, that process is a little different.  She can’t just work on typing it out whenever she wants – she still needs me to sit with her and hold her hand.

The other day I asked Emma if she had any idea what we could put on the blog.

Emma:  Reason poem

Me:  “I thought you said you didn’t want to share that one?”

Emma:  I am ready to share it

Me:  “Okay!  Let’s finish it up.”

So Emma was able to finally finish this revised version of her first poem and would like to share it after all.  She is pleased with it and it is now finished with no chance of being deleted (I wrote it down this time – hard copy).  I am a pretty big fan of her poetry and her perseverance over each letter.   I’m glad she changed her mind:)

Me:  “Do you want to put a picture with the poem?”

Emma:  Yes

Me:  “What do you have in mind?”

Emma:  paper airplane

Me:  “Wow!  Why a paper airplane?”

Emma:  It reacts with the wind

I found this one online and she liked it:)



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  1. Lynn States / Sep 22 2010 11:19 pm

    Hopefully, we bare with one another; we teach each other; we learn from from those within our realm; and through all of this, our “reason” is expanded. I love this poem, Emma! And the paper plane is perfect with the poem.

  2. Molly / Sep 22 2010 11:22 pm

    Thank you Emma, it’s as deep as the ocean and high as the universe! So beautiful – just like you!

  3. michael cade / Sep 23 2010 12:31 am

    Are you kidding me! Please copy write these and distribute them. God is definately real.

    • paperkids / Sep 23 2010 2:44 am

      Thanks so much, Mike! I couldn’t agree more:)

  4. Donna Campesi / Sep 23 2010 2:29 am

    Sabra, yet another beautiful poem from Emmma. She never ceases to amaze me.

    • paperkids / Sep 23 2010 2:45 am

      I know, Donna! I still can hardly believe it. I feel so blessed!

  5. Candy / Sep 23 2010 2:43 am

    I think Emma is OUR teacher! She’s constantly teaching and sharing new things about herself. Her poetry and her thoughts behind them are amazing! Sabra, you really need to collect all her poems and get them published.

  6. Grandma / Sep 23 2010 3:23 am

    There are no accidents. The first poem appears to have been lost, but I bet it will show up.
    As a writer I know that sometimes the writing wants to be what it wants to be.
    It reveals itself.
    Meanwhile, the whispers of changed MIND offer us dimensions. Everything is going the way it should. Emma wasn’t upset; something in her knows this. Isn’t that interesting!
    It is good to be reminded.
    I love paper planes, paper creations, folds within folds, the beautiful words of my granddaughter and the special collaboration her mom and dad help to create. The flow is outward, into space..and back again, like love. My heart, my heart!

    • paperkids / Sep 23 2010 5:44 am

      She might’ve got it from her Grandma:)

  7. Rachael / Sep 23 2010 4:59 am

    I am amazed by your little girl. Love her poetry.

  8. Felicity / Sep 30 2010 4:45 am

    I hope you’re saving and copywriting these so Emma can one day release her own book of poetry?! There are no words to justify how amazingly inspiring she is.

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