Remembering Godchild

A few weeks ago, I went to ODU’s Lit. Fest with my sixteen-year-old son.

Yes! I thought. (We had not attended an author’s talk or a play since he was in middle school.)

 I thought he’d protest when I told him he was going.

He didn’t.  There is only so much Madden and GTA one can play, I guess.

We listened to Godchild share his poems from memory, from the heart. I scribbled one haiku after the other down. He used them like interludes, which I appreciated particularly after heavy, moving poems.

I created two found poems from Godchild's words:

Say something that’s never been said.

What seems impossible becomes effortless, as

what you have to say has weight.
Be
so into
what you’re into
you
become  it;
it becomes you.
Don’t
sleep
on your dream.

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My stage presence is
a present to those who are
present. No approval needed.