Jul. 13th, 2005
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Jul. 13th, 2005 09:01 amShe wants to, and I can't argue that. Despite all that, she is very apprehensive - keeps asking me what school is like. She had attended a pre-school when we lived down in Bethlehem, but that was very closely half her life ago.
Rachel is very much a free spirit, so her biggest issue will be taking direction and restraining herself a bit. I've tried to focus on this aspect, while reassuring her that she'll do great in others.
There was some concern by the staff that she'd be the youngest in her class - although likely by a matter of months in some cases, and most probably within six months of half the kids - but she doesn't seem concerned. After all, she says, someone has to be the youngest, and, as she told the principal and/or counselor, she'd rather be the youngest than bored because she wasn't learning anything.
They are like Gods
Jul. 13th, 2005 12:55 pmThey are like Gods
July 13, 2005
Lifted on high
in our minds
created in our image
Capable of
recreating reality
the power of potential
When we find faults
behind the facades
we build for them
we find ourselves
Our lives
are centered
around them
Grounded
in our belief
flying with our praise
When we see them
as they are
we see the divine
we see ourselves
Copyright © 2005 Everett Ambrose Warren
Is Seven Years so Steep a Price?
Jul. 13th, 2005 05:14 pmIs Seven Years so Steep a Price?
January 12, 2002
silent foe
casting judgment
wordless, i'm left alone
swayed and waylaid
taunted and tormented
to analyse the battle
lost well before it's begun
fallen prey
once again
caught in passing narcissism
shallow begets sorrow
sorrow begets sallow
and features droop as postures stoop
and colours pale as best intentions fail
and if pride stands before the fall
it cowers in fear when its image is shattered
shards of silvered glass
all that remains
smug and confident again
for i am me as i see fit to be
no mere reflection of long lost perfection
no longer a slave to the mirror
but of a mind and image clearer
presenting for all the world to see
not a static, one-dimensioned thing
but the multitude of the idea that is me
Copyright (c) 2002 Mina Ellyse Warren