children

son of his mother
he's got some of her faults, most of her talents
and then some more;
her father's daughter
she's got the same looks
and the same seed of fire burning in her eyes;
he's like the water
smoothly flowing over the fields,
she's setting fire wherever her fast feet
touch the ground.
and still you can see them
when they walk hand in hand
every morning in peace
ready to catch he same bus
to the same school
where they learn how to grow
amongst us