CARETAKERS OF HOPE
of love, blossoms of life,
are both of these, born of light.
whispers, their dream and their cares,
speak of humanity, the hopes and the snares.
untainted spirits and starry little eyes,
still know the way to the land of the wise.
troubles appear and big people show fear,
little ones wonder, why are we here?
not to hide lifeís ups and downs,
fool the spirit, children are not clowns.
times theyíre left in the dark,
with confusion, the negative spark.
them aside and you will soon see,
child has changed from butterfly to bee.
remember these words for they are the keys,
young and old together will soar above trees.
in mind, but mostly be true,
light in a tunnel, children shine through . . .
published in Poets of the Earth, GrassRoots Fall 1993)