During one on one time in home school, my son asked me why I always tell them that they will one day be better than they ever thought I was. They know of our family history and how long we've come. They know how different they are to our family, every once in a blue when they talk on the phone. Other grown ups in the family are always amazed at how much the kids teach them.
On the other hand, my kids notice this too, but being better than mommy is a far fetched idea. So to answer this question was going to be a bit of a pickle to answer. Then the story came.
"Once upon a city block, there was a crack in the sidewalk. People were always saying bad things about these cracks in the sidewalks, saying that they break your mother's back. But I've never seen a crack break anybody's back, so long as I been growing here. My home is a crack in the sidewalk! Life on the crack has never been something to look forward to since one doesn't have a long life span on the crack. One cannot root. There's no soil - which means there's no soul.
Lucky for a little flower like me, there's a good reason I made it to the tropics. You see, there was this real bad storm that hit the city in the summer of 2007, flooded all the lower lying areas and washed off my block. Most don't make it. Only a few of us persevere. We don't talk everyday, but long ago, we took an oath and nothing could change that. We blow whispers in the wind to let each other know how its going.
I ended up in an overflow at the watershed and just past it, I was able to rest awhile and recover before I was washed away again. The first time, I made it through the toughest part of the journey. The rest was all a whirlwind. We had good times and we had bad.
Before I knew it, the second wind took me 937 miles downstream, where I was able to root by the water's edge. It wasn't long before my sprouts were becoming flowers of their own, and how magnificent that they had soil to root in. It might not be the richest soil of Virginia, it may be a bit salty. But the important part is that they were able to root somewhere where the sun shines warmth on their petals, the water supple for their leaves. May the love of God nourish the stem of each flower, and may each flower stand tall.
By the looks of their early stages, the flowers were going to become more beautiful than any others in their classification, because of their rooting. Although they haven't drifted as nearly as far as their mother seed, they know of her journey to prepare for their pollination and rooting.
This, the flower from the sidewalk tells her young buds, is the reason they will blossom into such prettier flowers than ever before in their classification."
Kahala Lei
Blood Money Poets
copyright 2013
On the other hand, my kids notice this too, but being better than mommy is a far fetched idea. So to answer this question was going to be a bit of a pickle to answer. Then the story came.
"Once upon a city block, there was a crack in the sidewalk. People were always saying bad things about these cracks in the sidewalks, saying that they break your mother's back. But I've never seen a crack break anybody's back, so long as I been growing here. My home is a crack in the sidewalk! Life on the crack has never been something to look forward to since one doesn't have a long life span on the crack. One cannot root. There's no soil - which means there's no soul.
Lucky for a little flower like me, there's a good reason I made it to the tropics. You see, there was this real bad storm that hit the city in the summer of 2007, flooded all the lower lying areas and washed off my block. Most don't make it. Only a few of us persevere. We don't talk everyday, but long ago, we took an oath and nothing could change that. We blow whispers in the wind to let each other know how its going.
I ended up in an overflow at the watershed and just past it, I was able to rest awhile and recover before I was washed away again. The first time, I made it through the toughest part of the journey. The rest was all a whirlwind. We had good times and we had bad.
Before I knew it, the second wind took me 937 miles downstream, where I was able to root by the water's edge. It wasn't long before my sprouts were becoming flowers of their own, and how magnificent that they had soil to root in. It might not be the richest soil of Virginia, it may be a bit salty. But the important part is that they were able to root somewhere where the sun shines warmth on their petals, the water supple for their leaves. May the love of God nourish the stem of each flower, and may each flower stand tall.
By the looks of their early stages, the flowers were going to become more beautiful than any others in their classification, because of their rooting. Although they haven't drifted as nearly as far as their mother seed, they know of her journey to prepare for their pollination and rooting.
This, the flower from the sidewalk tells her young buds, is the reason they will blossom into such prettier flowers than ever before in their classification."
Kahala Lei
Blood Money Poets
copyright 2013
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