The new girl in school
I burst into tears during a math lesson
Numbers – I don’t get them, they’re dumb and stupid
But the teacher,
I wrote her a story
And slipped it to her in class one day and said, “Don’t tell anyone.”
I was afraid people would laugh at me
Because words – I get them, they feed me.
That blessed woman gave me hope
She returned the story with encouraging cursive words on my whimsical story
Kindness like bowl a slightly warmed vanilla ice cream with salted caramel served with a non-sticky spoon, that’s what it was like to my new girl heart.
Then I started giving stories to her regularly
Her praise fed my creativity, affirmed the longing in my heart to be a scribe of sorts.
Oh Mrs. Schindel, I love you, if you only knew how you made me feel like a writer.
Is there someone who has inspired you? I could go on and on about this word!
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