Are we fair to our kids or not,
when we view from our perch, their lot?
And want to help by showing tough love,
and giving them a healthy shove.

Because we think that's what's fair,
stealing from their wings, the lifting air
that we all need to live, they need to soar
and then blame them when they fall to the floor?

And aren't we presumptive, self-rightous snoots
acting as though there's only one truth
to offer them as though it's the solution
and our way is the only resolution?

To their problems and normal growing pains
when the more proper would be to abstain.
Shouldn't they have the freedom to fumble
and learn, like we, through life's little tumbles?

When, in fact, no one really knows
just what is best for another to grow.
From a tiny seed all things begin, then expand
making changes all along as the Universe demands.

A stumble, a trip is life's learning station,
not from a tireless, deriding oblation.
Remembering: the same hands that reached the cookie jar,
are the same hands, today, that reach for the stars.

03/28/2005

Posted on 03/28/2005
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