Poetry
Do not fret
and when you fret about the now
you are missing that white streak on clear blue sky,
Poetry
To my daughter,
I know you were born to defy gravity,
there’s no weight in the words they will throw at you, you will soar.
and when you fret about the now
you are missing that white streak on clear blue sky,
I know you were born to defy gravity,
there’s no weight in the words they will throw at you, you will soar.