This is a poem I wrote long ago, but never had a photo I liked to go with it. This photo of my grandson headed to his first day of preschool spoke to me.
I travel frequently. In airports, in many far-flung places, even in my own reflection, I’ve seen this same look on many faces.
Maybe, if we can think about one another as being a two-year-old apprehensive about the big world out there, we might remember how to be kind to one another.
His Moon, Her Ocean 