The Future is Small
Poem
Poem
Miniature versions with traces of the past
in their gestures, and in their grins.
History echoes in their existence,
a lineage unfurling behind their eyes.
Budding minds and bright spirits
not yet weathered by time’s eroding tide.
In their laughter, glimpses of youthful days gone by.
In their frowns, our own creased brows reflected back.
We bestow hard-won wisdom,
a torch passed gently into their small hands.
Watch them walk down paths we can no longer follow,
separate lives diverging from our own.
As they blossom, we fade like grand trees
surrendering to the next growth.
We nourish their roots, even as ours wither.
Content to have our rings live on
in their sturdy limbs.