Someone said, "Children had great creativity and imagination, and sometimes they cause miracle."
I think that believing in miracles is similar to having imagination. They can encourage us to be creative. Do you remember some miracles you experienced in your childhood? The child in the poem below has one memory of a miacle.
Magic Jack
On
Christmas Day,
my
parents bought me a purple duck with polka-dotted feathers
and a yellow bill.
I didn’t like it because
it’s skin looked
like a poison snake.
It looked in my eyes
and suddenly moved it's bill.
“Hi, I am Jack. Please let me take a bath with you. ”
Jack screamed with joy.
“I have longed for this!”
If he could move his wings, he would flutter happily.
“Why
are you named Jack?”
“I
was not named. I chose Jack myself because I respect Christ . And look outside,
you can see many works of Jack Frost!”
in the bath
He was familiar with everything like
a professor wearing glasses.
I said ”Good night, let’s talk tomorrow, again.”
He smiled to me and said,
“See you.”
I went to the bath to see Jack.
But I couldn’t find him.
My parents didn’t remember they had given a duck toy to me.
I looked outside with a gray cloudy mind.
And then, I saw, in the garden.
Many works of Jack Frost
The color of a purple poison snake.
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