My Child

A poem I wrote last year in Religion class, staring out the window at the green, green hills, day dreaming. Influenced by Awareness by Anthony DeMello.

grey soft sweater, stiff collar striped

with prim cornflower lines.

classic beauty, crisp clean shape of sucess

clearly, visible it is beautiful in its way.

classic happiness?

my child runs across a preschool lawn

I want him to be different

to be free

"we are raised on drugs from childhood;

this is the formula for happiness."

dope fiends for triple lattes and fancy cars

the quick fix

stargirl, stargirl

no, don't cling, don't cry

your feet tread the crisp grass beneath

your unblemished toes

braver than the new world you will inherit.

i can make you different.

But I must first kill myself

my blinded ego

my compromised dreams.

what then will make me happy?

to run with my child

unhindered and free

draw on the walls, play in the mud

baby, meet the greatness of the world.

exSTATIC freedom

i love you, but don't cling.

love knows no need.

we must grow without bounds

love, a choice

no dependent desire.

to be free is what I want for you, my child.

trample the grass and laugh;

teeter away from me.

you will fall, but you will rise

stargirl, stargirl.

soar on fledgling wings.