Small and mighty
This poem was originally posted on Medium. Original posting
The product of a love that will never die.
Note how easy they are to overlook.
Strong but fragile, resilient but breakable.
The seeds of your heart left to run wild.
Let them, before the wildness is banished.
Rearing is much easier when you threaten the unavoidable.
Mothers know that endless loss is the only criteria for parenting.
Fathers know the love will always be unrequited.
And all the parents learned about the small, devastating hours.
Spent wiping tears while spilling them in synchronicity.
Parental allusion for their little people is completely fictitious.
We are all blind to the truths.
Doomed only seeing the love they carry away from our hearts.
As they beat outside of us.
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