To my Grandchildren who start another school year.
Each of you are embarking on a new path,
one you have never trod before.
You will learn, be challenged and grow.
There will be hard days,
there will be easy days,
but each day is an opportunity.
Be aware, look at your fellow classmates,
look at the ones who shrink away,
who are quiet and shy, they need you.
Listen to what they say,
not just listen but hear them.
Allow your own hearts to grow,
not just in compassion but also in love for those who struggle.
Your own road will be tough enough,
the storms you encounter will be real
you will need others to help pull you through.
I am an old man,
I have walked my own path and weathered my own storms,
I am not here to tell you what to do,
for that will not dissuade you,
but I am here to listen.
Each of you is a gift,
one of a kind,
full of life and love,
filled with light and joy.
Let that light shine even in the darkest days,
let not those who have no joy pull you down,
but rather allow your light to guide them
lifting up their broken hearts.
The world needs you,
I need you,
you are my lights,
my dearest grandchildren,
whose gift of laughter and joy lifts up my heart.