Some arrive unexpectedly.
Some are inconvenient.
Some overfill an already crowded room.
But that is no fault of the child.
Some are not loved:
Because their parents are not loving,
Or not in a position to love,
Or were hoping to love some other child instead.
Every note you play is a child:
Produce them deliberately.
Love them fiercely.
There are no wrong notes.
Notes you failed to celebrate
Once you gave them life.
1 comment:
I like this. Thanks. "If you make a mistake, make it a damn good one."
I wonder how many kids were born as mistakes, but their parents made the very, very best of it?
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