The Loss Of My Parents Poem by chris schwartz

The love of your parents
Is filled with goodbyes
The heart of the child
Is filled with the dreams
That they knew
Would never come true.
And yet,
The rumor of the fairytale
Spreads deep
Within the roots
Of the little sunflower
That they grow.
Sand, sifted carelessly
Through the toy
Little hands hold
Turns into crystals
Falling through the precious hourglass
Of time
That fall
Into the plate formed
From the sharp-cut clay
Of experience.
Princess dreams shatter
As she watches from
A smoke filled room
While others watch the pedals
Of their daisies
Casting free
In the wind.
They should have told her
That even strong soldiers
Will fall
They should have
Held her tight
So the last breath
They took,
Wouldn't have felt
Like goodbye
Was meant forever.