Seeing Children

All the children with their bright eyes

Bearclaw slippers and tousled hair…

Flowered hat, sucking ice cream,

Dark brown eyes in creamed-coffee faces,

How I yearn to take them on my lap,

Read to them, and taste their hope:

Their childhood hope, like mine was,

For more, and less, than there will ever be.

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