Thoughts Lead To Appreciation
My baby darlings,
You need not be aware of the politics of adults.
You giggle and play to your heart’s content, as you should.
You hold hands with friends, children of your parents’ foes.
You fight and cry one minute and smile and embrace the next moment.
You know not hate or suspicion.
You were turned into a pawn by someone somewhere in need of a heart.
You arrived this world in innocence.
You departed having seen fear and hate.
I am lost for words my little darlings.