I find courage in the little things
The little boy who raises his hand
To ask the hard question despite of his fear
The first time he let go of his mom’s hand to face the world
Is like staring at a bear eye to eye in the pelted jungle
And continuing to walk onward
While the band plays the marching song
He tastes the bitter taste of falling from the cliff
And still holds his head up
He loves to be a drop of the ocean
He loves to be sugar mixed within the dark coffee
Shirley Hakim
© 2011
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Shirley, I love your work, please keep writing and sharing it with us,
welcome to The Juice Bar! 🙂
An exquisite poem, written by an exquisite poet! Always such a pleasure to hear your unique voice, Shirley. Xoxo, Alexis
Shirley,
You show us so much courage in your writing. Love this peom.
xoox
Roz
Wonderful poem of innocence meeting life. He loves the bittersweet already.
What a kid! What a mother & father! What a teacher!!!
Thanks, nice to have some sweet java at the juice bar.
Shirely,
I repeat the last line to Viciki in class, and her jaw dropped. This poem is one of my favorites from you!
Matthew
Miss your work so much Shirley – this is a little slice of perfection.
This poem is as precious as you. You are a special woman, with a gift for writing. ox
I feel the hands slip away………Such is the power of words told in truth from the heart..
Thanks so much to all my writer and Poet friends for your heart warming comments. I truly feel blessed to be part of this amazing group. Special thanks to Lisa for including me in the Juice Bar . You are an incredible Poet and artist.
Thank you Shirley!!
This poem so touching. You have a natural talent. Keep writing and sharing.
Xoxo
Shilla H.