|Seemingly holding up the horizon line :)|
As a toddler she was persistent,
trailed behind her siblings, determined.
Knew when to acquiesce
although stubborn resolve simmered within dark eyes.
Middle child, quick to laugh,
quick to defend. A dark horse of sorts,
content in the background for so long,
only to surge ahead, steadfastly making a difference,
always challenging others to join the race,
not to compete, but to be part of the relay:
to engage, convince, prevail.
Received a phone call yesterday,
Stoneman Douglas massacre on her mind.Asked why I hadn't called my senator,
state rep.? Forwarded me their numbers
made me a part of the youthful movement
adamantly marching for their lives.
Let's do more than hope this time,
allow them to become the leaders we've raised them to be;
follow the courage in their untainted hearts.
by Margaret Bednar, March 1, 2018
This is for "Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Wordy Thursday with Wild Woman - Being the Change"
Waffled between courage and wisdom in that last line. I might change it back to wisdom, but for some reason I like courage.