The Lion's Pride Volume 10 (Spring 2018) | Page 46

Blossom
Anna Fletcher
I wrote this when I had struggles within my home. I wrote it in hopes
that children that appear in my own future don't have to suffer from
neglect and sadness, the same pain I endured growing up in a mentally
unstable home. I'm now independent from my family and happily
pursuing my dreams of being a writer/artist. I will never look back and
believe my pain hindered me from doing what I love; it actually
motivated me, and ultimately healed me in a positive way.
I composed this not only for my family, but the world.
No child is born without a mother, and no man will die without having a
father who loved them more than life itself.
When considering the eyes of our dear children, do you see any hint of
rebellion?
Peer beyond the innocence of their adorned curiosity, and ask yourself
of these:
"What future awaits those eyes of mischief?"
"Is it the children that must teach the old, or is it the wise; who pass
through their tiny spec of enlightenment?"
It isn't the elegance of their meek faith, or the fainthearted soul:
It's the child's unknowing glow, and inspiration that will foretell the
command of the enormous singing waves.