Today’s poem was inspired by events, both macro and micro. Some children stole fruit and someone else blew up a marathon. It made me think about how childhood is where we all begin and yet there are so many places we can end up, in terms of actions.
I was inspired though also by a sweet child (not involved in the stealing) who was kind and when I gave him and his friend fruit he immediately wanted to make a time to bring over lemonade for the family from his mother. There is real goodness in the world and children being raised by caring parents who give them wonderful values. I think though that child will deserve a poem all of his own.
It began by taking without asking
children stealing tempting fruit from the tree.
It ended with peace keeping over the fence
a request to ask before taking.
I found that my heart can’t keep grudges
it is forgiving at the core.
The ants bit me sharply
but the children seemed to listen
and began to ask.
Next time I’ll remind them
of the magic word.
If only all problems were this simple
and kindness could overcome
temptation to do the wrong thing and
things much deeper like
loneliness, madness, hatred.
Somewhere in Boston explosions rocked the day
I found myself thinking whoever did this was once a child.
What happened to their heart?
Did they take without asking?
Did others take from them without asking?
What led to someone wanting to hurt so many people?
Standing at the finish line of my day
I wonder what magic words will make those who lost someone today
able to forgive.
Justice stings the situation
this is no simple taking of a piece of fruit.
I wonder if there is anywhere we can all run
and find the fruits of our labours
to build the world where all will be safe.
By June Perkins