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CARETAKERS OF HOPE
Flowers
of love, blossoms of life,
children
are both of these, born of light.
Innocent
whispers, their dream and their cares,
they
speak of humanity, the hopes and the snares.
With
untainted spirits and starry little eyes,
they
still know the way to the land of the wise.
When
troubles appear and big people show fear,
the
little ones wonder, why are we here?
So try
not to hide life’s ups and downs,
you can’t
fool the spirit, children are not clowns.
Too many
times they’re left in the dark,
to dwell
with confusion, the negative spark.
So brush
them aside and you will soon see,
your
child has changed from butterfly to bee.
Please
remember these words for they are the keys,
then
young and old together will soar above trees.
Keep that
in mind, but mostly be true,
like
light in a tunnel, children shine through . . .
By
Inila-Wakan
(as
published in Poets of the Earth, GrassRoots Fall 1993)
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