He said, ‘Let There be Children’ and many children came to live upon this earth.
Lucky were the children born into comfort and wealth.
Other children were born with challenges from hunger to health.
Yet it didn’t matter if they wore shoes upon their feet; their eyes had a twinkle far from a life of defeat.
Their vision was positive, no matter the life condition.
Their hearts were full of intention to complete their earthly mission.
Journeys to the north and others to the east.
Children who were starving while others had a feast.
How to comprehend the lack of balance in between.
South-to-West conversations are a mix of reality and dream.
For babies converse in a language that adults don’t understand.
They come to us on this planet from a far-off wonderland.
There was peace and safety in the beginning; then as the clock was ticking, the world of safe was spinning.
Spinning thread that binds to a cloth that can’t be broken.
Words once understood are now no longer spoken.
The bridge from paradise was burned into the river.
Now children fight the hunger as their skin begins to shiver.
Warmth has now been scorched to the sun we have today.
We’ve let the icebergs melt to a place now far away.
We cannot bring the rainbow back without the rain.
Forests burned to dirt will not provide the shade.
Shadows of the children are seen within lost dreams.
Laughter mixed with tears are glistening star moonbeams.
As you look into the sky of wonder every night, hug your children close and bring paradise back to right.
Lovely and so positive and hopeful. I too love the children of the world. We need to make a better world for them
Eva, thank you. I enjoyed writing this one – even with the brutal truth between the lines.
Love this my dear
poet and friend!!
Thank you Larry. You are a great friend and I appreciate your generosity.