We are the child
Stepping out into a world of danger
We are the guardians of the child
Watching the path
And although the answer is no
It's always, 'no'-
The child goes -
We go
All the way to the end
Because
When the road is bleak
And full of wolves
Someone must hold our hands
A..J. Ponder
In the world of Fairy tales danger lurks around every corner, which of course only makes the journey more more irresistible. This poem is for every child with whom I have walked that path into brilliant darkness.
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