First Book (a poem)

A poem inspired from the first book I can remember from my childhood:

               First Book

Anything is possible, child.
Anything can happen.
If you can hold it in your imagination
You can bring it forth to be.
Just because you haven’t seen it
Doesn’t mean they will not see.
Anything can happen, child.
Anything can be.

Yes that means the scary, too
The falling, broken, lies and such.
Because that’s where the turning comes
The triumphs, highs, and change.
For when you return to tranquil days
You’ll be the better for it.

So set out from here where curiosity spurs
And explore your mind for more
Because there’s more in there than there is out here.
And you’re just the one to bring it.
Anything can happen, child,
Anything you seek.                                                            

                                                     C.NellJohnson 12/2017

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