And Now, a Poem About Ice Cream

Golly, things get heavy around here sometimes, don’t they? They do. I’m feeling the weight this week, of tackling these difficult, emotional, intimate, provocative, divisive concerns.

So when my son’s teacher e-mailed me with his latest poem, I decided to share it, to lighten the mood a bit. My kids go to this fabulous, amazing public school with a huge emphasis on the arts, and especially creative writing. The result is that all three kids have been churning out poetry since their first days of kindergarten. Here is Ben’s new creation:

And here is the poet. I have this photo on my computer desktop right now. It captures this boy's spirit so well. He's posing here. Can't you tell that his left hand is on his hip, even though you can't actually see the hand in the photo?
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