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The Worry Speaks
A poem for parents
I hope that we are doing the right thing. That we are nourishing
both your body and your soul. That we are teaching you enough,
that you always feel loved, that you never doubt how much
you are loved, even when the world tries to tamper your joy.
I hope that we are good at cultivating your joy. Your sense of self.
Your curiosity, tenderness, compassion, boundaries. I hope that the people you meet greet you with tenderness, grace, and warmth. And when you are met with anything less than that, I hope we have taught you how to be better, how to be a leader, how to rise above the chaos of negativity, and how to become a force for what is good, just, and right. I hope that when you have children one day, you try to emulate us. I hope you think that we made more good choices than mistakes. I hope we’re good parents. I know you’ll be a good man. So, so good.
