Wait; A Poem By Lizzy
Lizzy, my ten-year-old, wrote a poem this past weekend. It betrays her frustration with not being allowed to play outside — and her frustration with so much more.
Wait
I sit in my room and wait.
I wait to play outside.
To walk across a stream.
To catch squirrels with bait.I count to ten and wait.
I wait to heal my dad.
To see my mom be glad.
I wait until too late.I pace my room and wait.
I wait to catch butterflies.
To laugh and shout.
I wait for my fate.I count sheep and wait.
I hear other kids playing.
I want to join them.
But meanwhile, I wait.
She’s such an awesome and sweet girl!
And as we wait, we hope.
All children are very wise to the ways of the world. We can hide nothing from them and they all need to have a voice to express what they know, or think they know about the world around them. We must listen very carefully, especially to children as I know you do, and give opportunities for that expression. Like you, God has been gracious in bestowing an extraordinary gift of words on Lizzy. Your entire family is extraordinary; I pray that each one has or will find that special voice of their own.
Lizzy, You are a very blessed young lady, and God has given you many talents. Apparently, writing poetry is another one.
Love and prayers for you and your family always.
XXXOOO Aunt Jeri
Rather profound.
Lots of prayers, always. AJ
Wow! Lizzy, you are incredibly talented! Zac, you are a lucky man to have such an insightful and talented kid.
Lizzy says, “Thanks” to all her new fans!
That’s awesome. Both her parents have written some poetry I like, so it’s lovely to see another Smith taking up the pen. Keyboard. What have you.
Beautiful and therapeutic!
I like the catching squirrels with bait part.
That is one of my favorite poems ever!