There Is in Children

    “There Is in Children,” Ensign, June 1989, 35

    There Is in Children

    There is in children an inexorable mockery.

    They step with my step

    to the same brittle music

    played out by time.

    And their pleasures multiply

    (like mine).

    The sun glistens on their limbs.

    Even the winter longs to stay

    on their sweet breath.

    As their days fall like dappled dominoes

    touching each other

    into unsettled repose

    I taste their laughter

    in the tongue of my throat.

    And upward, behind my eyes,

    I hear the range of their voices

    in tears I have held

    since I could do no more

    with time.