The Remnants of Our Children
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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