They came to us
unwritten.
Full of stories
never recorded,
open to genres
never read.
We asked them to
“skate across the surface of a poem”
(Thanks, Billy!)
And…
they did.
Golden words
spill across the pages.
Books fly open,
pages shooting out wondrous words.
Eyes alight at the author’s craft…
While those same minds think…
“I can do that!”
and then…they do!
Readers who write and
writers who read…
This year- such a gift!
All wrapped up in book jackets
and the clear voice of writers
like water spraying over rocks,
spilling truth and pain and beauty.
What a lucky world –
One day soon
these shining children
will lead with golden hearts and minds.
Fast forward to fall
New faces, new places
Earth shifting beneath my feet
The children are the only constant…
the ones I dream of still.
And they have made all the difference .