<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387150" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>As My Children....</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">i watched the old woman die, <br>and listened to her last breaths...<br>and all i could see was a small child, <br>offering me the feather of a sparrow.<br>i walked down to the creek and listened, <br>and heard the voices of a thousand years.<br>none were near, yet none were far, <br>i could feel them press against my skin.<br>do we come and go, <br>or is that just an illusion? <br>i think we just are, <br>yet we are not we....<br>by the way i named each of her breaths, <br>and raised them as my children!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eric+Cockrell">Eric Cockrell</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=387150" data-title="As My Children.... de Eric Cockrell" data-description="i watched the old woman die, and listened to her last breaths... and all i could see was a small child, offering me the feather of a sparrow. i walked down to the creek and listened, and heard the voices of a thousand years. none were near, yet..."></div> </div> </div>

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