Most nights as I put my five year old son to bed, I often read him a poem that was sent to him from a dear friend when he was born.
“You have given us a precious soul to whom everything is new- air to breathe, sounds to hear and make…new love to find.
With this child, we are all made new.”
“Mummy” Jeremy asked. “Did Maya Angelou write this for me?” Of Course” I said and at that point I showed him a picture of her.
“Can we go and visit her one day?” To which I replied, “absolutely”
and just as he was about to turn over and fall asleep, he thought for a second and said “That Maya Angelou, she’s kinda cool“
It was at that point, I felt an even deeper love for my son, which I never thought could be possible and also a new appreciation for how wonderful beautiful poems can be and how they effect people of any age.
Tomorrow as always, I will read my son this poem, but perhaps I will find some new words of wisdom to settle him into bed at night.
Thank you to all you wonderful writers out there, that continue to inspire us in more ways that you can imagine.
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