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They relax when their parents sleep.
They sit back, and breathe in deep,
And think the things they want to think,
And things they want to do
When they are bigger in strength and girth,
When, no longer meek, they inherit the earth,
When they are the kings, and no one bothers,
When their fathers sleep with their fathers
Before them, and their mothers leave them true,
Then they become.
They and their dreams—
Finally one.
So peace, Dear Children,
Love, and create,
Thrive, and relate
To your own dear children,
Who watch and wait
For you to sleep,
So that they may live life undone.

 

-jenn long