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.