Poetry in Autumn: We are the Children
30 Days of Poems for Life, Love, and Creativity
.25 We are the Children
What will the children say?
Do you think they’ll know the ways we struggled over the rope of their hopes?
Do you think they’ll know that we fought for their destiny?
Do you think they’ll know we all believed it was up to us? Whether they’d be greeted by a world, more life than dust.
Do you think they’ll know, our quarrels and strife, were brought to life by our hope for their lives?
Do you think they’ll feel our love, and worry, and votes long after we’re gone? Do you think they’ll say we were brave and faced the hardships of the world with a stoic face?
Do you think they’ll know we wanted them to be safe, to have a place to love and change?
Do you think they’ll know we wanted their world to be a better place?
Do you think they’ll know that too often our pride and anger stood in the way?
Do you think they’ll know we wanted to give them more than stories of war?
Do you think they’ll know that our love is hidden in the shadows of the world they do know? The one we cannot see. Our screams and shouts of victory, forgotten echos in a world full of their realities.
What will the children say, on days too obscure to paint, even with gray? Do you think they’ll know?