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 © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015
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