may our rage be bright
our actions free
our healing soft
our actions free
our healing soft
whether our pride waves
all year round or
only in June
may our love be loud
our words proud
our touch safe
when it rains, may we learn
to be as water
and rise up
___________
Pic: Some bunny. We still call them "baila wabbit" because Nu used to as a toddler.
7 comments:
Lovely poem and memory - I love remembering those little language things from when the kids were little! Like my son used to always say "peppa-pony" instead of pepperoni, and I always think of it when anyone is eating it.
Noah used to get on his toy phone and try to order patzi with fineapple (pizza with pineapple). We don't say that, but we do still sometimes say things are "ficy" (spicy).
I put our tiny pride flags in the porch planters on Saturday. Sometimes I often leave them up until Coming Out Day in October.
The last stanza is so beautiful and powerful; it sounds like a quote from Buddha.
Isn't it funny to think about artifacts of language that exist in families? David Crystal calls it "familect" and I love collecting them.
Gillian--Thanks!
Nicole--Peppa-Pony!! SO CUTE!
Steph--PATZI!!! I'm dying from the cuteness over here. We still say 'picy and 'paghetti too. A bit like Noah's 'ficy? Love the meaningful dates for the flags.
Nance--Thank you. It arrived as is and I didn't have to work it at all, so I'm extra grateful.
Engie--Thank you for that tidbit! It is such a perfect word.
Beautiful... We had a mom bunny and babies last year, it was so cute. And kind of sad, because after a few weeks they were gone, not sure if the fox got them 9we have them in central jersey) or they grew up and ran away. thank you for this poem. I am still reeling from the realtor poem about selling this life to kids (NGS guest post).
Daria--I imagine your baby bunnies are safe and playing in the fields happily!
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