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My Children

Like footprints in the sand Leaving tattoos from the start Walking hand in hand Gripping tightly, my heart I won't ease up My fingers clinch tighter Though you're growing tough I am a fighter My child, you will stay For all of my days And when my brown hair is gray Memories will replay You will plant your seeds For your dreams to flourish And when your first born breathes At ease, you will nourish At that moment, I will rest As you take on my role The beginning of your quest My purpose will unfold But you can be certain When I look at your face There will be no aged curtain Yet a veil of lace

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 12/10/2015 1:28:00 PM
Your poem about a child growing and separating from a parent and the parent resisting recalls the 17th century American poet Ann Bradstreet's "In Reference to Her Children, 23, June, 1656" which you can read at www.ronnowpoetry.com.
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Date: 11/28/2015 8:51:00 PM
This is another very inspiring poem you have presented. A7 Adding this gem to my fav list.
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