For my daughter: a poem
When I first started writing my journal, I thought about my two year old daughter. I wanted to leave behind my thoughts and feelings for her to read; and be inspired to be a writer and a poet.
Last summer, on a "my dream" day in the nature camp, my daughter, all of ten years old, confessed that she wanted to be a writer. There with a team of like minded almost-teens...they read out their first poem.....
Sarah Kay, a spoken poet artist, in her ode to her unborn daughter, epitomizes, what I would like my daughter to be. As I listened to her last night, I felt like sharing this first thing in the morning......hoping that one day my daughter gets to see this and be inspired.
So here is Sarah, in TED talks; for my daughter and for all who nurse some hurt that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry:
Last summer, on a "my dream" day in the nature camp, my daughter, all of ten years old, confessed that she wanted to be a writer. There with a team of like minded almost-teens...they read out their first poem.....
Sarah Kay, a spoken poet artist, in her ode to her unborn daughter, epitomizes, what I would like my daughter to be. As I listened to her last night, I felt like sharing this first thing in the morning......hoping that one day my daughter gets to see this and be inspired.
So here is Sarah, in TED talks; for my daughter and for all who nurse some hurt that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry:
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