Childhood is magic.
I got balloons. Life is good.
Life can be joyful.
One moment I’m free soaring,
Beyond the reach of my grounded fears and short comings.
Clouds of possibilities glide serenely into my reach,
Challenging me to dance about them with confident wings.
This is what it means to be alive and free,
The toil is over now life can begin.
But quick as a raptor with talons bare,
I find myself cut short.
Hope dies within a sudden chaotic fall.
And I watch as wing meets ground,
Dashing the fragile creature this is my heart and mind.
Within my grasp is held the string,
Frayed limp and useless.
Now I find my feet planted firmly in regret,
I pick up the pieces of my dreams wondering how I can begin again.
When you sense a saddened heart
Say I am going to share some care.
When you meet indifference & antipathy
Say I am going to spread goodwill in empathy.
When you encounter a dull day
Say I am going to make it joyous
When you are faced with despair
Say I am still hopeful of change.
When you are feeling lost in a maze
Say I am going to find out a way
For there is always a way out
Keep your cheer about you
Know you are enough for you
And you will begin to light the way
Just by the way you are.
And because you truly can!
It was night for me , or were the stars winking in his sky, I honestly do not remember. But the memory of our uncontrollable laughter and his oh so cute cute disposition, is so very fresh in my mind🤗
mmm… who was it really who brought the topic of tongue twisters in our nightly phone conversations😵?
Well…(hiding my face with my hands) , it must have been me. Trust the lady to come up with something crazy like this 😉😉.
Anyways, so while I was showing off to my sweetheart, my sky rocketing, Oscar winning abilities to say various tongue twisters, including those in Hindi language, which ofcourse he wouldn’t understand, Mister American that he is, (good for me… he would never know that I spoke all of them wrong!!! gulp! Shhh… don’t tell him! Lol! ), we ended up collaborating on a new creative task😎♥️ .
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An insect chorus Breaking the still of the night Music to the ears Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©