Free Poem Written for a ChildThe poem was written about me, when I was four years old and my mother was the same age that I am now.
I bought an ice cream for my child.
She struggled to get off the stool.
But – conscious of
Her imperfection –
Asking, “Will you hold this please?”
In her mind the future sleeps.
All her talent lays in wait.
I’m her hope
Or her disaster;
As the symbol of her race.
As her teacher
Or her master.
Written by Cheryl Williams in 1979
in Bolinas, California