From Birth to the Grave

Written by: Rhonda Johnson-Saunders


We are children from birth to the grave
searching for love, desperate for a home.
Look past the facade, the eyes shining brave
to see the innocence, the child who roams.

We are children from birth to the grave
sharing our hopes from a candle of light.
One burns on the sill, our promise to save
the child once lost in the perilous night.

We are children from birth to the grave
with dogged desire to shed aging skin.
On a quest, we seek the purpose we crave,
each breath exhaling the fear still within.

We are children from birth to the grave
cradling offspring with smiles like our own.
Freed from the past, we forgive brutes and knaves
until in sleep, the child cries with a moan.