Wednesday, August 28, 2019

"Just living is not enough...


...one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower." -- Hans Christian Andersen


Where did the sunshine go?
By: Ami Dunlap

A little boy
Playing, running, laughing
Jumping on the trampoline
Riding bikes through the woods
Building a treehouse in the summer
Making sheet forts in the living room
Just because it’s fun.
And because he can.

A smile
Brightening the world
Bringing kindness to his friends
Cracking a wry joke
Making people laugh
Just because it’s fun.
And because he can.

A strong young man
Holding down the fort
Bringing strength to his family
Bringing smiles to his friends
Learning to be a light
To the world
Just because it’s good.
And because he can.

But then he turns 18.
“You have to grow up now,”
They say.
“Put away childish things,”
They say.
“No more laughter. No more fun.
Now it’s time to work,”
They say.

What do you do?
When your whole world changes in the blink of an eye?
What do you do?
When your talents are no longer valued?
They’re not
“Good enough”
For the world
Anymore

A little boy no longer
Now a grown man.
And instead of holding sunshine
In the palm of his hand
Now there’s a rock
A boulder
Heaped upon his shoulder
Weighing down his every step,
His very breath
Consumed
In the exertion
Of holding up that rock.
Because he must.

Instead of laughter
Instead of smiles
There is sweat.
There is work.
And he plods along
Doing the things
They tell him to do
Because he must.

Now he has a family.
Now he cannot slack
Even though, every time he tries
He is told he is
“Not good enough.”
There is doubt
There is discouragement.
But he soldiers on
Doing the things they tell him to do.
Because he must.

He has a wife now.
He has children.
And he takes care of them.
Because he must.

Where did the little boy go?
Who was so full of happiness and light?
Who held sunshine in the palm of his hand?
The little boy who shared happiness with the world
As easily as riding a bike?
 That little boy

He’s still there somewhere
Isn’t he?
He’s still there.
Waiting for the moment
The grown man sets down the rock
Looks up at him and smiles
And comes over to him and says,
“Let’s play.”


Sunday, August 11, 2019

"If I could fall into the sky, do you think time would pass me by...?



‘Cause you know I’d walk a thousand miles if I could just see you….”


Preface: Today the babies ripped up the envelope Eoin Colfer sent me his proof of The Fowl Twins in. Basically the coolest piece of mail I've ever received from anyone ever is utterly destroyed. And so I wrote a poem about it.



Sadness Is
By Amelia Rose
For Eoin Colfer

Sadness is
            Falling.
                Down
                    Down
                        Down
            And scraping yourself
                  On the cold hard ground.

Sadness is
            Waiting.
                 For Godot to come
                      But he never does.

Sadness is
Being ditched
                 during a game of hide and seek
 with your friends
                    who aren’t really friends at all.

Sadness is
            The death of a loved one
 Missing the bus on the first day of school
Losing the twenty dollar bill in your back pocket
Not having anyone to sit with in the lunchroom
Getting in a fight with your best friend
Not getting cast in the play you auditioned for

Sadness is
            Missing the one
      You’ve loved
           And lost
                          And watching them live their life happily
                               Without you.

Sadness…is.