If I could raise my child anew,
I’d first build self-esteem and then a home.
I’d use my fingers for painting and fling them less.
I’d correct less and communicate more.
I’d take my eyes off the clock, to look at them more.
I’d bother to know less and know to bother more.
I’d go out for more walks and fly more kites.
I’d run in more fields and look at more stars.
I’d hug more and be less angry.
I’d look at the oaks and at the woods more often.
I’d be less invincible and more reinforcing.
I’d demonstrate less the love of power and more the power of love.