children should be Invincible
impervious to anything
beyond skinned knees
scraped elbows
their only worries
worms on sidewalks
the coolest pencil box
and whether Grandma
is up in heaven
looking down –
not going to see for themselves
© Sarah Whiteley
Sometimes it’s either let it out, or fall to pieces. This is me letting it out. Hug your kids, people.
this is truthy beauty.
and i am sick to death of writing things like this.
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So very true.
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I will, Sarah
Peace,
Laz
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good, Laz
peace to you too
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[…] inspired by Ebbtide […]
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Amen to that
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Just too sad – well written and heartfelt – K
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😦 felt like the wind had been knocked out of me reading those news reports – I think most of us probably felt much the same
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I missed this when you first posted it, Sarah. I think you have caught our feelings exactly, and with a wry, painful lightness of touch.
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thanks, John – that means a lot
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