An Easter Poem

Ok. Time for a little parental pride. Today I was going through 3rd grade Nevin’s school papers, and I came across an index card with a poem written on it. I asked him what it was, and he said it was an assignment for school from around Easter. I was pretty impressed by it, but then again, I am his mom. Here it is:

Never has such a miracle happened.
Each Sunday feels like Easter.
Visiting Church is like visiting Heaven.
In the tomb Jesus has risen.
News! Jesus has risen.

When we told Nevin that we liked his poem, he said, “I’m not going to be a poet.” We’re ok with that.

2 thoughts on “An Easter Poem”

  1. I think Nevin may be a poet in spite of himself. ISTM you either are or aren’t. I most definitely am not; John, Mark & Jay are. Thankfully, at least some of the children share their genes. (I know that’s way too simplistic, but maybe that’s why I’m not a poet!)

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