Freedom

“What does freedom mean?”
she asked her mom,
with little eyes
so bright and wide.
“It means resting well
after games and fun,
so you can grow
with peace inside.”

“Why does it matter, though?”
she asked her dad,
with curious ears
that loved to hear.
“It matters so
we can be ourselves,
and live our lives
with less to fear.”

“How did we get it then?”
she asked them both,
her tiny heart,
growing up a notch.
“It took brave people,”
they both agreed,
“who chose to serve,
inspire, and stand watch.”

Then their little girl turned
and looked outside,
at the flag flying in the yard.
And then it clicked,
In her innocent soul,
That it’s not just soldiers,
Who protect and stand guard.

Freedom belongs to everyone,
Caring enough
to make that choice.
From the littlest folks,
to the oldest ones,
Unafraid to use their voice.
© c.c. Snowden 2025 *  RIP Charlie Kirk *