Tuesday, July 24, 2012

To My Sons

Sometimes your life colors outside the lines,
Thinks out of the box,
Scribbles, dances, weaves,
Ignores rules, patterns, limits, constraints, borders, boundaries,
And right and wrong answers.
Not walking but soaring, not sitting but leaping,
Splashing down the rocks where it wants to go, and wherever the landscape takes it.
Unleashed, uncaged, unfettered,
Broad strokes of color, clashing, blending, bleeding, dripping, spattering.

But sometimes
Have to rein your life in, grab it by the collar and make it
Color inside the lines.

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