In the Hope

I am filled
to my brim
so full that
longing spills
from me yet
sings freely in the
air and is lost.

I want so much
to leave a part
of me behind -
there must be
hope for all
who travel here?

Maybe my children
can do more
in their time - see
thought, transcend
the limits of our care

tread the very air ...

find their channel
with more ease
than I found
mine.

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