In parent's hearts
We see its quest
Having climbed countless stairs
Blinding skeptic's stares
Wandering classical and contemporary age
There it chose to rest without rage
Through our eye's connections
Smiles stemmed from
To brief disconnections
The cool of evenings
When we must meet
Through earthlings
To colorful nights
When moon, somnolent eye last wink
Body left in the hands
of four walls, to the land
Of love's grace
Where parents can't fault.
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