Places Between

Stand beside me child; look into the wild
My hand you must let go; this world you must know
Let not fear reside; open up your eye
The fairy tale inside, in this place thrives.
Past the darkness bleak, a past you must not seek.
On your tippy toes, reach for the rose.

A gasp from child peeps as a fairy she does meet.
They are hidden everywhere, the eyes say as they greet.
Tales and stories live; in places much like these.
The cracks, the creeks, the places between.

Run along my child; off into the wild.
Let the branches hold you up, the grass catch your fall.
Let the birds sing to you, the ant tickle you, the beetle crawl.
Feel the wind hug you, the dirt color you, the leaves cover you.
Show them a dance, sing them a song, play with them, all the day long.

Remember these places, their faces; never let them go.
Yes, even as you grow old and gray, never forget to come play.
Past the darkness, the crack, the creeks, the places between.

Author's Note

i think, I should go outside today.

Reviews

[Nadia Gerassimenko]

Smooth rhymes and rythm. Simple truths full of wisdom. Children must not forever be protected in the arms of their guardians and in their imaginative world, but must live life and face each obstacle bravely. A guardian can only hope and wish that nature will offer safe landing to the child's little falls and that the child still remembers to smile and be hopeful and remain a wishful thinker.

[Malen]

Thank you, for taking time to read my write.
letting go of those little hands, is such a delicate, but necessary step.
Where we choose to release our young, has such an impact, yes.

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I enjoyed so much about this poem, especially the opening stanza. There is great wisdom in preparing a child for life's journey and reminding them to move forward, free from fear. I mean life certainly is what you make of it. Great write - especially the "places between".

[Malen]

In my youth, we had such a fearless freedom.
Woods and sea, the street lights our call home.
I hate to think of childhoods being so, electronically different.
I am so happy you enjoyed it.

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I have gotten back to that life, for the most part, and only stay connected to the things I absolutely need.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree.
Run along my child; off into the wild.
"Let the branches hold you up, the grass catch your fall.
Let the birds sing to you, the ant tickle you, the beetle crawl.
Feel the wind hug you, the dirt color you, the leaves cover you.
Show them a dance, sing them a song, play with them, all the day long."
Won't be long for the warm days of Spring to appear. Me and poor Grandchildren need a long day at the forest and the park. I enjoyed the poem. Took me to good places and thoughts. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Malen]

Thank you for such kind comments.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[vivre_une_vie_saine]

i just love your poems.
It's so vivid and real to my eyes...

[Malen]

Thank you, that brings all the happy!