Since I have not won the lottery, this year seems to not lean towards being a "baking year", and matter of factly half of the people responsible for at least one of my children have not taken their responsibility sincerely, I have decided to take the boys' art work and adorn it with a poem I just wrote, but seems unfinished.
Maybe it will come to me. Or maybe I will let the recipients finish it for themselves.
Perception
inside I am everything
that you
do not see
I am everything
you do not know
that you want me to be, inside
I can give you
what you do not know
you need
I am breathing, beating, bursting
inside
what you're afraid
to believe
if you look
inside
and choose to see
me
--AH, 2008
** Edited: I changed the title (and keep messing with the last verse), but maybe it is too strong of a word. I wanted this to feel as it is coming from a child's voice as this is what I hear in my heart when Bubba struggles with understanding his emotions and other people's reactions.
3 comments:
It's always nice to be remembered at Christmastime. If you DID win the lotto, though, you could purchase yourself one very expensive tutor and then just buy one gift. :]
Dammit, bus drivers. I swear, every time I read someone's blog I remember someone else I have to get a gift for. With the bus drivers, now I'm up to 10.
Ange, that's beautiful! I wouldn't add a thing to it!
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