The Runner
(Poem for Edith)
This gift we await,
this seed nurtured in love,
will be brought to us
through the strength of a woman,
a labor of love, a labor of labors.
This life, sung about by our forefathers,
prayed for in their boundless world,
is the answer to their prayers, our prayers.
This life is our continuum,
the torch bearer of the next generation.
Blood of our blood, we pass the baton on.
You will take on our dreams,
carry all we have in our hearts
in the marathon of time.
© Althea Romeo-Mark
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