Help Them Remember

If there was one thing 

that I could change, 

in a world that spins 

and insists on keeping things the same,

I would call upon all mothers and fathers.

I would whisper in their ear, 

"Do you remember?" 

For the tempestuous battles they have fought and won,

have kidnapped their hearts,

at least temporarily. 

So, if I can change anything,

I'd save a daughter--or son--the struggle,

I'd find a way to turn the world parents see as dark and gray

into the world they used to explore and play.

I'd point to a bird, admist its flight, 

and whisper, 

"Do you remember

When that bird was your brother,

when it didn't just fly,

but soared...?"

I'd crawl into their reflection,

after a long debate on making mistakes

to question,

"Do you remember? 

When it was you who took the risk to fly?

When it was you who saw the world in colors?"

I'd find a way,

somehow,

to make all parents remember,

when they saw the world

for its true nature.

I'd help them remember.