Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Monday Protection Line



I want my child to be the bravest child.

Not only the one who goes first, for example, but perhaps worse than
Down the darkest scariest path at camp.
Part and pass under the bangs of willows, the shadowy oaks and go
Past the boogeyman,

But be the one who is also kind.
Once you calm your raging heart and enter the unknown 
Be the one who will pivot back towards the next in line
Smile, and tell them,
"You can do it."

1 comment:

  1. You love children so well. Each poem is a little love story. So nice.

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