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connection, destiny, differences, faith, family, forgiveness, grace, innocence, love, prejudice, reason, relationship, spirit, strength, truth, wisdom
what is it that we do
to make ourselves of less
than words
than tears
we never dry
for sleepless nights
and children tucked
away in nothing better
than we would give
to those
so not like us
differences
I wonder
more than flesh and bone
and words
were never heard
(but echo still)
what language
bears the burden
of tomorrow
what selfless soul
will grieve for
innocence
tornadoday 
What a striking photo…it perfectly captures the apprehension of the poem’s ending but is a poem in itself. James.
Thank you, James. I had already drafted this when I saw your post last night, and I thought the same thing. I have commented over the years that there is no greater gift than spending time with a child – before they’ve had a single dream crushed – when they believe anything is possible. They are surely the best we can aspire to become…… to simply love. Thank you! ~ Love, Bobbie