This afternoon, on a walk down our street, my daughter held her two fingers in the air
(as she has been known to do)
and said, “Peace, man.”
To whom, I don’t know. I like to think it was to every man. But that’s just me.
And her gesture got me thinking about words
and concepts
like peace
and equality
and how I will teach these things to my little member of the future.
And what a coincidence it is that this very month last year
I attempted my very first lesson to her.
Remember this?

She may not,
but I always will.
As my daughter’s baby steps have turned into confident strides,
I hope that our country-
our world-
will follow her lead.
For if she can hold up her hands and wish for peace,
why the heck can’t everyone else?