Our Children

i can't stop a child from crying although it breaks my heart in two children will cry over a broken toy over a wrong done to them i can try for a moment to distract them until tears well up again and, like a gushing waterfall, streak towards earth in blinding speed- our children are our world each beating heart holding unfathomable potential to make changes on and in our earth our children are our future each tiny hand capable of holding firm the reins of the future while straddling the past and present into something that is important and real- our children lovely and innocent are born to us helpless and dependent only wanting our truest love and tenderness.