The Blank Slate
I’m new. A blank slate waiting for a life to be written over me. I’m new, fresh longing to know love and family, hope, home and future. Mum, dad, what will you write? Will it be with intention with hope and vision? Will it be in the warm love of family? Will you tell me where the limits are, the boundaries, beyond which I may be hurt and mis-shaped? Will you show me how to be wise; how to make decisions well, and how to live life to the full? I don’t know what to expect; what to be wary of. Will you tell me, hold my hand and warn me, and love me with a firm love? Or will you let me walk and wander on my own, with no paths, directions or guide? Mum, dad, what will you do?