The Future Between Generations

With no parent a child
is freer than a bird
has no word for wilderness
builds no house to hide in.

A parent loves a child
like a beam adores grain
like a door can’t wait for closure
like a frown flitters in front of fear.

The parent who is childless
bothers over the little details
plants flowers in other beds
is robbed of hours daily.

The child to the parent
speaks of nothing new
obeys without understanding
looks for a hand to hold.

After childhood and parenthood
we all would if we could
laugh about having thought
about the future.

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