CHILDREN OF CHILDREN
 

At once, it seems,
as life speeds by,
the roles get reversed,
from a child so small,
to a parent so young,
putting first things first.

Within the cycles,
as always before,
we are all children at heart,
for thought of our parents,
regardless of our age,
brings us back to our start.

With love, we recall,
with respect, we remember,
with tenderness, we miss,
we'll forever be our parents child,
wanting them to feel proud,
now a moment like this.

We'll be parents,
raising our children,
who will feel this same,
For children of children,
it goes round and round,
it is the human game.

Treasure your parents,
while they're here,
enjoy each moment,
every chance you get,
For it will seem,
that always much too soon,
you'll be recalling their warmth,
the love you'll never forget.

We're all here together,
we're all here to share,
we're all here to help,
we're all here as children of TIME,
as children of this experience,
as children of children.
 
 

©Written by: Ed Kassirer
February 27, 2002