Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s collage prompt.
You might think it peculiar to let kids,
Be small, to let them be silly, weird,
When most of their life is spent in,
‘Adulting,’ learning how to,
Be big, responsible,
I say as Auntie:
Let them be them,
Think of stories,
And implausible, but —
Believe them because you’re,
Playing along, taller tales,
For kids, it keeps them young, growing older.
Think of tilting towers, Big Ben in blue –
Green prairie sky, a storm brought him here.
But he bends, tilts just because and,
Storm brought along a grand,
Gothic cathedral roof,
Pointed top I’m sure —
Missed somewhere; hot —
With such rich,
Tall towers floating in,
Moon lit skies, princesses,
Saving themselves, jumping from,
Clouds, the moon indeed smiling so proud,
Girls and boys — escape from their own towers.
Locked fortresses floating, new challenge,
Escaping by flying pirate ships old,
Never turning back to the light,
Of a trapped home, wishing most,
To be little, secure,
Not worry about,
A dragon’s fire,
A port in,
All children search,
A hug and kiss when they’re lost,
Hurt, or at least a safe place works.
For home; mom’s gentle touch when,
Nightmares thrive; become to real, kids hide;
But parents are there, provide a haven.
So encourage kids to harness their,
Creativity, to paint and draw,
To find their passions in life, so —
Maybe they can live them too.
Or find a haven in,
Their talents, their skills,
Live your dreams,
Let them unwind
You; be as free as
Butterflies; don’t be tacked,
To a board on the wall kept.
Fly lovely, safe, remembering,
Humanity is indeed so —
Delicate at times; you’re not invincible.
But in the power of the imagination,
You can always escape the threads,
Binding you to reality.
You can have liberty,
Smile, eat your cake too,
The one who,
Knows, love is gentle,
Love is fiery, bold,
Love and creativity,
Both hold; let you be dauntless, free,
Full of life, security to —
Be held; be wild both as adult and child.
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