The Child We Were

We cannot know where we are headed, only whence we have come.  It behooves us, then, to help those coming along behind us.

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we’re never so tall

as when we bend down to help

a child who needs us

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the child is father

of the man, as wordsworth wrote—

so nurture the child

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to free your children,

hug them close, then let them go—

they’ll e’er be with you

hugs

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those wee girls we raised—

grown now, married, mothers both—

never left our hearts

sisters

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grandchildren, our hope

for the future—as we were

once upon a time

grandchildren

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