To My Children
The sun gleams brighter off your brow.
The air flows sweeter in your wake.
The earth turns smoother under your feet.
May you fill the measure of your creation.
Swim deep oceans,
climb tall mountains,
draw full breaths,
spread your arms wide under rolling skies.
Fill big shoes,
lift heavy loads,
laugh with your eyes closed,
Earth is waiting for what only you will bring.
* Yes, you read that right. Seventeen. Mind-boggling.