A Better Life for my Children

Mar 14

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.

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