This New Year

Oh, Little Girl,
Young Innocent Boy.
This new year belongs to you.
Your bright eyes,
your rosy cheeks,
your tendrils, untamed and wild.

Take to the woods!
Run through the fields!
Scatter dandelion seeds,
and skip pebbles across still waters!
Scream from hilltops,
fly kites!

Roll in grassy knolls.
Swing so high your dusty
tennis shoes touch the sun
as the wind snaps through your hair.

God, how I wish you peace.
Peace to drink in,
peace to bathe in.
Peace to breathe in as you
laugh on your safe playgrounds.
Peace to exhale as you fall asleep
in the comfort of your beds.

This new year belongs to you.
It is not for the elders to hold,
but to cherish enough to let go and give.

Run,
run and be children.

The old year owes that much to you.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: My greatest hope...

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Country/Region: United States

Favorite Poets: I tend to read Ted Kooser, Jim Harrison, Billy Collins, Paul Simon, Robert Frost. I like minimalist poetry, and poems reflecting on nature and Mother Earth.

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Comments

Rula

3 months 3 weeks ago

Dear Lavender

I can see how does the new year belong to the young people. A fresh year still has a year to grow and so do the young ones or so I interpreted this one

Much enjoyed the invitation, although I'm not invited :)

Enjoy your holidays

Lavender

3 months 3 weeks ago

Hello, Wonderful Rula!

There has been much for children to bear this past year, at such tender times in their young lives. My wish is that they no longer live these horrors. May they simply live as children.

Of course, my wish for Peace and Goowill extends to young and old alike.

Thank you for reading!

May you and yours have a beautiful New Year!