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MY CHILDREN |
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| They are all so different..unique
No two the same..running, laughing Kicking the ball..playing their fun games She has hair of gold...he has large eyes black as coal..that one is a mischevious imp This one walks with a slight limp.. She can be quite the bully..he is painfully shy You see...There is Timothy his nose in a book reading...and There is Sammy...such a toughy.. I see once again her knee is bleeding.. |
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| Oh they come in all shapes and
sizes...different colors of eyes, skin and hair.. little challenges in each small diverse package.... But each one is mine...each one is yours..for The responsibility for each one lands on us all. They are all OUR children and for that we must be grateful....and we must strive to see they achieve, That they will be all they can be... The task can be daunting..a challenge I agree to. For OUR children...would anything less than our all do ? written by Angelwings 9/99 |
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