When the Wild Things Go

My son, Brian, is moving out on Sunday.

He is an adult, setting out on the journey that will be his life. He is going to Nashville, Tennessee, where he will begin the MNPD Academy on October 16.  He is going where I cannot go, where I have never been.

Be well, my son, and always remember:

And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.

And [he] sailed back over a year
and in and out of weeks
and through a day 
and into the night of his very own room
where he found his supper waiting for him
and it was still hot.

You can always come home to where someone loves you best of all, and your supper will still be hot.


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