— For you, my fantastically resilient daughters who turn nightmares into dreams

They said to me stay home,

The streets you shall not roam.

They said to me be still,

So others won’t be ill.

So here I sit, home, still and slow.

But inside I feel something grow,

Beyond the fear, beyond the gloom,

My heart and mind begin to bloom.

And just like that my room transforms,

My halls and walls take on new forms,

A palace, fort, a pirate ship,

Four bedposts whisk me on a trip.

And all friendless unread pages,

Are unfettered from their cages,

As each book becomes a portal,

Into worlds that are not mortal.

And brushes once shriveled and dry,

Are watered with colors that fly,

On to painted sheets of fine art,

That delight and so heal the heart.

On piled pillows we tumble,

As laughter thunders and rumbles,

Riddles are guessed, and jokes are told,

These moments surely turn into gold.

They said to me stay home,

My halls I learned to roam,

They said to me be still,

The stillness whirled to will.

wage beauty| published in McSweeny’s Internet Tendency; Anchor Magazine| recipient of the 2018 SCBWI Emerging Voices Award

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