Greg Costello Poems
Let Children Be
With eyes of lapis lazuli,
And laughter soaked with unbound joy,
And spirit bold and thoughts carefree,
My role is just to let her be.
To play and act and float and flounce,
Though nurture her with every ounce, .
Without control but steadfastly,
Avow anew to let her be.
So that one day she may decree,
She lived with childhood liberty,
To roar aloud 'hey look at me'
My parents chose to let me be.
The last time I saw Big Phil alive was through a camera lens,
Jubilant Royal Ascot scenes filling my Samsung screen.
Phil was striding purposefully, chest puffed with pride,
His equine heroine Jenny, clip-clopping wearily alongside.
Moments before she had courageously captured the Ascot Stakes.
In the sport of kings, a coronation of the common man.
There was nothing Phil liked more than having a cut,
But to swell the suit pockets with sterling, at the home of British racing,