Child
A child is like a memory that promises to be
An intriguing little echo of our brief mortality
A fuzzy new reflection of what has been before
That captures all the essence of our lives, yet … so much more
For each will add a suffix to the mantle of descent
A familiar revelation of a personal ascent
‘Til soon they too encounter their own human frailty
And aspire to hold their mirror that reflects eternity
Copyright © Brian Densham | Year Posted 2018
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