Sonnet 1
How often do we underestimate
the ways in which a child can use their gifts?
And when they ask us to participate,
don't we deter them from the heavy lifts?
They say, "We can." But in our minds, we doubt.
We fear the many things they don't yet know.
Dear God, what they might do or ask about!
It's best to keep it simple, take things slow.
So we give them easy tasks in tiny bites,
and we guarantee success with modest goals.
And if they get their own dreams in their sights,
we do our best to fill them full of holes.
Such limiting can't help but take its toll.
Is this about their safety or control?
So the purpose of this blog is to be a space to practice creativity. I am currently using it as a place to record a single, unedited poem for each day in 2019. While I attempt to write everyday, I may not actually post daily. Instead, I will post poems as they are completed, but one for everyday of the year. Not sure I can make it, but we'll see. It's fun to try regardless :)
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Poem: March 12, 2024
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