It’s the absence of counting the months, knowing they will turn into years. It’s the film that falls from her eyes, the veil pulled aside. It’s trust and finally believing, wings that no longer want to fly away, even when they know they are free. Forever. It’s sugar that tastes like sugar, because there are […]More
Let your offspring prosper under the cherry orchards.
When pastel pink rose petals flutter softly onto their gentle faces
And the wind and water and sun teach them the ways of life and growing.
Let them grow.
Fill their budding ears with the words of our ancestors
So pride will continue to remain alive and well
And they may know where they come from so that they can know where they are going.
Let them learn.
Kiss them on both cheeks and hug them tightly
To shield the scorn and shame from being called the Enemy
And tell them things will get better soon.
Let them listen.
Don’t look down on the friendship your daughter makes
With the white girl that exchanges a smile
Or when your son finds a pal in the brown boy down the block.
Let them love.
Allow America to weld its way into your home
And create branches in your young cherry orchards
And know that the roots will always grow down
Into the ground you first placed your feet on.
Let them adapt.
Promise love and affection and praise and discipline.
Keep watering your trees and support them.
Watch their branches reach high until they are high in the sky.
Let them live.-Alex McKay