The Remnants of Our Children

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Lying on the skin of the earth 
are children at play,
With one ear down, they listen 
to the heartbeat of the earth. 
Their eyes reflect a picture of the earth and sky. 
Sunbeams flow from out their face. 
There is a line that separates 
the sunshine from their own fair hair; 
but this, they do not feel; 
nor do they see the boundary traced 
upon their lips. 
A gifted smile 
our memory will never leave.
The world we know as life 
is far beyond their smaller scope. 
It is a breath of arms that cannot reach 
their shallow depth of years.
It is the place where flowers are born, 
tentacles and firmament begin.
We may not see the air upon which 
all things are placed 
but we know our children lie 
on wishes left behind. 
Parents are the tailings of a better life; 
the unused portion of their voices 
destined for darkness. 
The greatest part of all of us lies unseen, 
becomes the ice where love is stored. 
It is the choice all parents make:
Choosing to live on the lesser part 
of who they always wished that they could be
so that one day they can will their dreams 
to children who lay upon the skin of the earth
with one ear down, listening to the sound
of an eternal heartbeat.

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