A poem for Gracelyn
We didn’t tell her what to think,
Or any rules to follow.
We didn’t tell her what to feel,
Or how to anger swallow.
We couldn’t teach her to be real,
And not to feign emotion.
We wouldn’t tell her how life is,
We let go of that notion.
But in the end we knew that she,
Would get just what she needed.
By loving her right here, right now,
This moment . . . then repeat it.
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And I know this isn’t some ideal or fiction to create a poem — you two LIVE those words every day, and Gracelyn is proof of that intention.
Thanks so much, Jen. Sorry it took me a while to approve your comment.