Wednesday, July 27, 2011

the one who is supposed to know

On a personal playground measured six hundred acres wide escape was found in the form of an old barn filled with hay. A clearing in the woods seemed heaven sent.

She circled an ancient cemetery and gave sacred stories to the people left there.

They have an acre in town with trees he can climb. He explores a nearby forest, walks a small creek and runs home to tell her what he has found.

She smiles, listens, recognizes and nods.

Maybe one of the most important lessons we learn as a parent is how crucial it is to never forget we were once and always will be at least partly a child.


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