Run Wild My Child


Run wild my child

along the shore

and even though the tide will sweep away

tiny castles

formed by gleeful toes,

don’t think for one second

that you go unnoticed.

That your gifts

and grit

and strength

and smiles

and tears

don’t matter.

Your freckles may grow fainter

and your miniature footprints may wash away

but know,

right now,

in this moment,

you are moving sand

that once formed mountains.

And that strength –

the strength of one thousand glaciers –

will never fade.