Thursday, August 28, 2014

The Bravest Child

I want my child to be the bravest child.

Not only the one who goes first, for example,
Down the darkest, scariest path at camp, to
Part and pass under the bangs of willows, the shadowy oaks,
Past the boogeyman,

But be also the one who is 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 your friends,

"You can do it."


  1. An edited poem I originally posted a year ago.

  2. Carey have tried to reach you. Drop a line. Just say hi Ellen I'm fine. Having wine.