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“Mom? I wrote a poem.” She says, sliding a cocoa lock behind one ear.
Her almond eyes, that mirror my husband’s in every way, are serious.
“Do you want to show me?” I ask, settling beside her on the floor.
She nods, tilting her chin -and her clipboard- towards my eyes. A writer revealing a piece of her heart.
I’m ready to praise, when she halts me.
“I wish I could publish this.” She breathes, inflating a dream. “But I don’t have to.” She adds, deflating it just as quickly.
I can fill her with words that she doesn’t crave.
Or, I can open the door, whispering, Go for it.
So we sat together shoulder to shoulder, flexing and fixing and pitching Kayli’s poem to an amazing site, Vox Poetica.
And I wanted her poem to be accepted, of course I did.
But what I really wanted was for her to feel that rush.
That uncomfortable heart tug that you feel when you believe in yourself with every fiber of your being. So much so, that you have to go for it.
And that photo of pure joy?
Is Kayli reading her gorgeous acceptance letter from editor Annmarie Lockhart, who wrote, “I do love when I can publish the poetry of young people. It is one of the things that makes me happiest.”
Kayli’s poem is live today at Vox Poetica, and this family would just like to say, Way to go Kayli, and Go for it, always!
Kayli will be reading and responding to all comments today.
That’s what authors do, right?
By Kayli Adina Breen
It sparkles in my eyes
Like a stream that was lifted
Up up up
On a rock or a thin cliff
It is so beautiful
I love waterfalls.