Let them find the puddles
you pointed out —
what you call falling,
they call jumping.
Let them fly
to figure out fortunes.
Let them forget my name
and find their own.
Let me still be here
but let me let them go.
Shared with dVerse Poetics – Let them
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:

A beautiful poem Shaun
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Thank you Sadje 🙏
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You’re welcome
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I love “what you call falling, they call jumping.” Makes me think of kids and their joy splashing in puddles.
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Thanks Sherry 🙏
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Oh let them be gone… it’s what I need the most
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after a weekend with offspring, I am loving this
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Cheers Lona 🙏 This is how I’m feeling with my students 👍
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Nicely done, Shaun!
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Thank you Dwight 🙏
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That last line, Shaun! Yes!! Nicely done. 👍🏼
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Thanks Punam 🙏
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You are welcome, Shaun.
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I may be older, but I still love a good puddle jump!! Cheers, nice write.
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Thanks Helen 🙏 The puddles don’t last long in Thailand. Sometimes it’s difficult to tell if it even had rained.
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This made me think of my sons and how I should have let them jump in more puddles. A beautiful response to the prompt, Shaun.
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Thanks Mish 🙏 Yes, let them get dirty and wet and then give them the responsibility of cleaning themselves up 👍
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