What I Wish For You Poem by Emily Whetter

My child, let not your mind
Be sullied by the failures of your youth,
But let the seeds you have planted
Take root, grow tall and bear fruit.

May your happiest hours
Be those where nothing happens at all,
When your mind retreats inside itself,
And discovers all the glorious memories held within.

May you understand quickly
That nobody who seeks to do you harm
Will succeed
If you don't let them.

The little things, these are what we must treasure -
The joy of feeling loved by those who you love best.
Remember all the good things
And forget about the rest.