POEM

LIFE FOR MY CHILD IS SIMPLE, AND IS GOOD

Life for my child is simple, and is good.
He knows his wish.
Yes, but that is not all.
Because I know mine too.
And we both want joy of undeep and unabiding things,
Like kicking over a chair or throwing blocks out of a window.
Or tipping over an icebox pan
Or snatching down curtains or fingering an electric outlet(hah)
Or a journey or a friend or an illegal kiss (a child’s unexpected kiss)
No. There is more to it than that.
It is that he has never been afraid.
Rather he reaches out and lo the chair falls with a beautiful crash,
And the blocks fall, down on the people’s heads,
And the water comes slooshing sloppily out across the floor.
And so forth.
Not that success for him, is sure, infallible.
But never has he been afraid to reach.
His lesions are legion.
But reaching is his Rule.

-Gwendolyn Brooks
N. B.: words in bracket are not from the author.

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