boots too big
waist cinched
by brown cords
too tight to clip
too much yours
to let go
with a crinkled brow
in each inch you rise
straightening
examining your stride
navigating your steps
cautiously
you risk your feelings
spilling them
from capture
a soul
you thought no one saw
you thought lost
laboring through the day
born anew
with eyes open
seeing the world
for the first time.
This caught at my heart - my boys are grown and for a moment as I read this, they were little again. I just said to a colleague yesterday that despite all the increasing demands on teachers, reminding children of their great value is why we do what we do. To encourage every little beating heart is a priceless gift, no matter how great the struggle.
ReplyDeleteCan I make an image/quote using some of your words here? "To encourage every little beating heart is a priceless gift, no matter how great the struggle." This really struck me and I feel like your statement here perfectly captured the message I was feeling and trying to say in my poem. LMK @ Betsy_writes or betsymhubbard@gmail.com Thank you. I'll try to reach you on Twitter as well.
DeleteAbsolutely- I’d be honored. :)
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