Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Danger

Sometimes
Being a parent
Is holding on to
The little ball
Of fire in your belly
That grows when you
Are watching your
Boys carry a green machine
Up an icy hill

You hold that fire

Even though if you
Yell outside
Get down from there
It's dangerous
The fire will go away

No one learns
That way
They will be okay

You are watching

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