Who was I then? And what must I become?Like newly minted coins, their faces catch
the evening's radiance. They are so sure of us,
more sure than we are of ourselves. Our children:
who gently push us toward the end of our own lives.
The future beckons brightly. They trust us to lead them there.
Excerpted from "The Faces of Children" by Elizabeth Spires,
from the book Now the Green Blade Rises. © W.W. Norton & Company, 2002.
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