on the everyday heroism of children
Children have courage,
They stand and share their laughter
Just to see us laughing too,
They usurp the reign of boredom,
They make a house a home,
They don't rationalize why something's eerie
And they save our fridges and walls from bland-land.
Children are my heroes.
Children don't pretend.
They really are knights slaying dragons
Or dragons who gather museums of treasure;
They saved the dinos, brought them to life,
When adults thought them long gone.
They discovered the Pink Pandahare with Purple Pokadots
And brought it to our world.
Children are my heroes.
What makes a person a hero?
A hero is someone who's inspiring. A hero brings something
Virtuous, missing, good, awesome, or needed into the world.
Children are my heroes.
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A/N: Every kid is like his or her own little musical fairytale. The littler they are, the more powerful of a song they pull the world around them into singing. We have to DO so much for them that its like we become the birds and mice in Cinderella or the woodland animals tending to Briar Rose.
Adorability and helplessness enraptures, but magic doesn't just disappear as they grow and make choices. Instead of helpmates for them, they almost become fairies for us, casting little glamours on the dry parts of life so that their childlike Wonderment can make the mundane sparkly and lovely and meaningful for us all over again.
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From Dreamland to Fairyland
PoesieA collection of poems too fantastical or idealistic to quite fit anywhere else. Sometimes fable, sometimes fervent: this collection is a flighty journey through the clouds in my head.
