Greg Costello Poems
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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 selfish sun gathers hoards to the shore.
Parties of people decamp,
floating towels onto their chosen patch.
Toddlers transfixed by the sea,
tangle in their togs: beach-bums.
Swimmers squeal, tiptoeing their way