Yelling was a form of telling, For parents in my dwelling, A master-tool handed down over ages, Blotching several life history's pages. I was passed on the baton, With the confidence that can't be forgotten, It made me feel in charge, Of my role & my child's future at large. It was meant to help …
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Rekindling Curiosity
It showed its first sign of existence, In my baby's persistence, Of knowing what was in the gift box, She couldn't speak, but well conveyed her curiosity for the blocks. I followed her lead, Redirecting & guiding her every plead, Fanning her curiosity, Answering questions with velocity. I wanted to rekindle my dying concern, To …
The Gift of Control
As a child, I always got the best of everything, Adversity was an unheard thing. At every crossroad, My parents chose the path to tread, I had it easy, I had it all figured, I couldn't fail, I was assured. The day I stepped out in the real world, I was scared, I faltered, I …
Hello Autumn
Autumn isn't my favorite season, Yet I love it for a reason, I was born in this fiery bloom, That sparks the leaves with feisty plume. The air has the nip, The temperatures begin to dip, There's more to autumn than what meets the eye, I can hear its 'Let Go' cry. The fall of …
Quiet
When our children are born, The quiet communication yearns to be torn, With gurgling and giggling we spin the reverie, Of how'll be life with words flowing free. As parents, we talk non-stop, Ushering the child to let the first word pop, That is just the start, The quiet is now a thing of the …
The Era I Lived In 