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OUR CHILDREN'S CHILDREN

In the years between gray and grave,
We love our children's children;
We muss their hair,
We kiss their eyes,
And, once again, we hug their sighs.

The wounds we bore, the wounds we gave,
Are healed when we love our children's children;
The smile that hurts,
And mists the eyes,
Renews our love, and never dies.

The gift we give, we voiceless brave,
Returned full measure, as we love our children's children;
No longer legacy,
or "harmless" lies,
But truest love, and answered whys.

©Phil Hodgkins 2001

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