A cancer warrior, Christine is battling with the fourth stage. In this poem, she returns to her childhood, a Special Feature, on the World Cancer Day, celebrated every year, on Feb 4. An exclusive for Different Truths.
GO ever forward,
Be a two-year-old...
FREE to feel...
anything,
anywhere,
any time.
Dreaming, imagining, creating...
DOING whatever your spirit guides,
wherever its path leads tomorrow.
Misbehave... with integrity.
Build sandcastles
on the beach,
in your dreams...
day OR night,
with an ‘ear-to-ear’ grin, laugh out loud...
make heads turn,
(even only briefly, with irritation,
or lengthily with Love’s warmest understanding.
Misbehave... with integrity.
Shut out the world like a child.
‘Mother Deaf’, they say;
‘Shackle-free’ the child would say,
IF he had the words,
shining in the innocence
and supreme beauty
of his achingly clear eyes
that see
– REALLY see – beyond the little boxes,
and fences,
and barred windows...
and chains
ever shrinking around us;
sniff MORE than any of these,
the claustrophobe of ‘correctness’,
political and otherwise,
that ultimate dictator and destroyer
of hopes and dreams.
IGNORE.
Turn your back.
Child-like once more,
fearless and FREE.
MISBEHAVE... WITH INTEGRITY.Visual by Different Truths
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I know Christine for a long time and this is one of her best poems. Give her any kind of prompt and she can whip out a poem, a Flash fiction, a short story, anything. A consummate wordsmith, she ishe is a long time friend. Her joy in words is beyond comprehension as is her joy in animals.