M. Hank

When you are old

Your skin will become like paper,

And your bones will be like the wooden ribs

Of a lantern

So that the world will see the light in your chest.

But I don't need to wait

I hung in the sky, frowning down at the city below me

Scowling because Peter Pan went away.

I had stretched, and my body had run away

In the years since then. 

She loves everyone,

so everyone loves her.

Even when she's crumpling inside,

She'll always show the side of her

that's always willing to be positive.

When you want to throw your world away,

They said to think about who you are

And who you want to be

After camp

And I thought

What if I don’t know

The changes I want to happen to me?

What if change

Is best

Faced like the wind

I hope that our legacy is our effort to love, that it is the times we held umbrellas above other peoples heads and shared whatever food we had and pointed out the stars.

Hope is what guided us through our constant cycle of creation and destruction, of love and hate, and of our hearts and our minds.