My child, do not stop
think, for your thoughts are gold

do not fall prey to these days
these "internets"
these fools who see only happy folly
and "lulz"

Spread you mind
search your soul
you are not one to be mocked
pedestal sitter you are

you speak
I listen
like a prophet
and I am captivated

how many untold tales?
how many things unshared
For fear of "wall of words"
un-noticed

word of wisdom shared
from a home that is yours
in a room sitting down
monitor staring, words typed

ignored you are not
how I've kept your word with me
on page
I look back, astounded

your puzzle-box mind
a wonder to behold
my child,
why then do you not share
for I wish to listen

is it from past silly laughter
do you not see?
a seriousness within
I hold it too

childish though I may appear
a shell of protection
falling back to times past
though I have changed

let me understand
hand grasped and I shall follow
scared but not unwilling
wary but not dis-heartened

So please my child, do not stop
think, for your thoughts are gold
write your word and they will be read
by me