Centennial Flame
Ottawa, Ontario 05/19/2013
Let the children gather the warmth
from flames wrought of war-torn nights-
Let their innocent smiles & joy
heal the anger and walls that divide us-
Where we have come from,
are stamped on our faces & skin of different hues-
But we have journeyed here,
at a great cost, foregoing own kin & history-
Where we build anew - seeding the ground with water-
embracing the common & similar ties, blessed are our children.
Grace @Everyday Amazing
The Parliament, Ottawa City
~ Happy Victoria Day to my fellow Canadians ~
Happy Victoria Day to you too! The child in me--and in all adults--will respond to this poem. The children become what we model for them ...
ReplyDeleteWhat nice and lovely poem Grace and love the picture, I love it!
ReplyDeleteYeah kids are always the way, to hopefully a brighter day
ReplyDeleteYes, Happy Victoria Day to you n' yours!
ReplyDeleteWell done Grace~
We need to plant a lot of seeds to water our future~
Love this view
It takes great courage to begin anew, however and wherever we do it.........and so often, we do this for our children. Lovely, Grace.
ReplyDeleteMuch needed sentiment.
ReplyDeleteChildren above anything else, one can never go wrong. Wonderful take Grace!
ReplyDeleteHank
Tenderely written sweet Grace. Your heart shines through these words.
ReplyDeletei would hope that our children find the world a better place...and that they take what we give them and make something more of it...i hope...happy victoria day...
ReplyDeleteSeems we have days for everything: mother's day, father's day, worker's day etc.. Every day should be children's day.
ReplyDeleteLovely picture and even lovelier verse..
ReplyDeleteHow lovely, Grace!
ReplyDeleteThank God for the children.
ReplyDeleteHappy Victoria Day to you, too, Grace. So few people remember this holiday began as Queen Victoria's birthday. Now in Alberta they call it "the May long weekend"!
ReplyDeleteThanks for an all-Canadian reminder of what our country means to us.
K
Grace these are effusive verses! Brilliant writing ! Sorry I haven't been around ~life has been rough but am certainly your fan!
ReplyDeleteso beautiful Grace!
ReplyDeleteGrace, a lovely picture, but a lovelier poem. Children don't become racists unless provoked by ignorant parents... they are so accepting. We adults could take a page from the book, for which this poem serves as a prelude.
ReplyDeletePeace, Amy
May they stay blessed and let us not ruin them with pride and nationalism and other foolish things that we were forced to feel. May they be the first North American generation to grow up without a war to call theirs.
ReplyDeleteGrace if you stand in front of parliament facing it and look off to your right in the direction of the Governor Generals palace, between there and there you will be looking in the general area of where I spent many a summer on Victoria Street.
Children make the world go round...
ReplyDeletehappy victory day grace...and love how you focus on the people that make a land what it is...and on the kids that carry it into the future
ReplyDelete...let the city of wild... be a home for a child... smiles.... loved it...!!!:)
ReplyDeleteAnd in our children, lies hope...
ReplyDeleteThis is nice, Grace. Children build their world and their lives as an interpretation of what they see and experience. They love fire too. You stated it all very well.
ReplyDeleteThank you for peeking in on my poem. I am sorry to be so late in returning.
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this is beautifully stirring. children are inspirational. i've learned this recently, with a 3 month old daughter. fantastic to read you again:)
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