A Better Life for my Children
I will suffer and rejoice. I will accept want and plenty. I will feel love and grief on the ground where I am planted.
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I will not labor in drab offices serving unkind bosses
Under the delusion that my children require my misery.
I will not live anymore in a plain placeless place
So that my children can depart to other placeless places.
I will not hide from my grief or the hardships of healing
So that my children can pass through the world as ghosts
Shielded from the pain that makes love possible.
I will plant a garden with peas in the spring and raspberries
in the summer so that my children can reap what I sow.
I will show them the wildflowers along the sides of the road
So that my children can see beautiful things anywhere.
I will suffer and rejoice like everyone who chooses life
Over fear, which is the soul’s slow untimely death.
My children will know the feeling of Winter’s labor
In their hands and Spring’s mud under their feet
My children will remember there is a welcoming place
When they are finished wandering; a life tilled
And planted with love, ready for living when the time comes.