let words fall
like petals soft and
fragrant
let the young ones receive
the benediction of
this perfumed breeze
wrapped in mercy
and steeped in love.
spare the rod, spoil the child
what nonsense is that?
what utter stupidity is that?!
the rod bruises and inflicts
a memory of fear
an animal-like sense
of cowering and unworthiness
that creates distance
loneliness
deep sorrow
but the smile bestowed
gentle words
just a sentence or two
all that is needed
to feel the resurrection of love
begin
a liquid sense of hope
and relaxation
entering
but most importantly
that question
that burning question
has finally been answered
yes
yes
yes, you are loved
Annie Kiyonaga
2015