My 11-year old daughter Ocean’s poem: “What does it mean to be strong?”
Does it mean to admit your wrong,
or to always be right?
To look out for others,
or have excellent sight?
To be able to lift weights,
or have a few play dates?
To fit in the crowd,
or to be protective and proud?
To have power like a king,
or to always know the right thing?
All of the things are strength on the list,
whether you have muscles on you’re wrist,
or have strength in you’re heart.
The problem with people that starts most wars,
is they can’t tell strength and strength
APART.
“Everything you can imagine is real.”—Pablo Picasso