The children are not your children
They are the sons and daughters of life longing itself.
are through you but not from you,
and though they are still there with you apparttengono.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
as they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
because their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
that you can not visit, not even in your dreams
. You groped
to be like them, but not make them like you.
Life goes on and does not linger on the past.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows
,
are sent forward.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite, and He bends you with strength
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Rely on hand be with joy, as he loves
Since the flight of the arrow, so love the firmness of the
.
Gibran
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