It’s going to take me a minute to get to the poem…try to bear with me. First I have to tell you that I’m back!
And I’ll try to explain that as quickly as possible: My parents live in the country and can only get a broadband signal. It’s really expensive and they decided to get rid of it. So, they gave their laptop to my sis to use so she could bring work home with her when she needed to. They tried to cancel their service, but found out that their contract isn’t up yet and would have to pay a big fee to cancel. So, since we’re here now, they decided to just keep the service and let us bring our laptop here and use it. That way, we don’t have to drive home every time we want to check the internet for jobs or check our email.
So….I’m back! And I am so glad to be back. Blogging provides a little bit of stress relief for me, so it is something that I am certainly glad to be able to do right now.
And now, on to my fabulous poem!
Tonight my mother was frantically trying to find something that she needed. It was a disc that we needed to activate her USB modem with my laptop. And my mom does not ever throw anything away. NEVER EVER. So, when she needs to find something, there are like piles upon piles of crap to sort through – and yes, mother, if you’re reading, I called it crap! It’s crap! With random pieces of legitimate items sprinkled in here and there. She actually has greeting cards that belong to other members of our family. Like my sister’s birthday cards. I mean, did she actually steal them from my sister? How, I beg to know, did she get them?
So tonight as she was sifting through the piles of crap, she was finding all kinds of old cards, letters, postcards, etc.
And then she found this poem that I wrote in junior high. And I know it’s not Easter time yet, but I had to share it because I completely forgot about this. In fact, I had to keep asking her if she was sure I actually wrote it and she swears that I did. And I wish I had a scanner so you could see that I actually drew a large cross and then filled it with the words of this poem.
I guess it was for an english assignment because it’s got my name at the top with M8, which is how we identified our classes.
So, here it is…
An Easter Poem
by Amee Teltoe
To some it means candy
To some it means fun
But there are also others
To which it means Love.
When He was nailed to the cross,
His life came to a close
But they could not keep Him there
On the third day He rose.
Many will not
remember Him on this day,
His life, His love
how He rose from the grave.
So, I was either a 13-year old plaigerist who stole that poem from someone else (because I really don’t remember writing it!) or I was actually a half-way decent teenager at one time in my life who wasn’t afraid to write a poem about Jesus and risk the ridicule of her peers…