Hold on to what you cherished as a child
for that love came from an unfettered heart.
Hold on to the wildness you find out of doors,
even the slight scent of balsam or the quiet of snow.
Hold on to the physical sense of your life
even the itch of a bug bite on your sweaty arm.
Hold on to the noise of the world around you
though the honk of a car hurts your ears.
Hold on to the brothers and sisters you argue with today
for tomorrow they will say something you don’t know.
Just hold on to that noise of music and stories,
for silence is the worst kind of loneliness.