What You Are

Good Afternoon,

There are few things that rile me, but falseness is one. With that in mind I wrote this poem for my daughter. As a beacon to turn to, when she feels persuaded to be something other than who she truly is. Not an easy path to walk in this consumerist, advertising soup we have to wade through. Giving our children the tools they need to be real and free. Are the best gives ever. 

What You Are

From the moment of conception, 

You will be what you are. 

From one decision to another, 

You’re wanting to want to go far.

There can be no bold denial, 

Of where you have been. 

In reflections of your persona, 

You reflect you to be seen. 

When you walk lingering paths, 

Of places not to ponder. 

It is our natural human nature, 

To want to linger longer.

Walk with your head held high, 

while reaching for that sky. 

Be what you were meant to be,

A real person that is free.

By Helen Stallard

June 15, 2014