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Every single person Is a daughter or a son. That’s the way we enter When our lives have just begun. Some of us are sisters, brothers, Cousins, uncles, aunts, But we have no control of that – It’s purely circumstance. Other titles we select – As husband or as wife And dad or mom if sperm and egg Create a brand-new life. But once again, from that point on We do not have a voice, For if our children wed Or procreate, it’s not our choice. Yet those who in the Nana/Grandpa Area have scored Know factors out of our control Have granted this reward.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 11/1/2014 8:14:00 AM
It certainly does cause one to pause. And think about such things. But what is, is what is and what was is what was. The beauty that lies there within is God forgives our flaws. Peace. :)
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Date: 10/29/2014 6:31:00 PM
Very entertaining write Ilene, and your rhyme is very catchy. In my country for Nana & Grandpa we use Nanna & Nannu.
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Date: 10/29/2014 8:10:00 AM
And what a fantastic reward this is!
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Date: 10/28/2014 8:13:00 PM
Nice poem, Ilene. Your rhyme flows easily, so smooth and a pleasure to read.
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