Grace's Poppies started the idea.
So here is a poem I read recently on the Writer's Almanac and printed out and stuck on my fridge. It is short enough that I can read it every morning while heating up the milk for my coffee in the microwave (one minute and fourty seconds thank you very much for asking).
Father's Song
by Gregory Orr
Yesterday, against admonishment,
my daughter balanced on the couch back,
fell and cut her mouth.
Because I saw it happen I knew
she was not hurt, and yet
a child's blood's so red
it stops a father's heart.
My daughter cried her tears;
I held some ice
against her lip.
That was the end of it.
Round and round; bow and kiss
I try to teach her caution;
she tries to teach me risk.
2 comments:
This poem really speaks to me. I'm a mother of 3 sons, and always thought this "teach me risk" component arose from me being female. Some of it is, I'm sure, but perhaps it's also a generational issue - children remind us to take risks with life (beyond the risky act of bringing them into life, that is!).
We post a weekly poem in the women's bathroom where I work. This was a big hit this week. Thanks.
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