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Children's Poems X These are poems for children and poems about children and their mothers, fathers, grandmother, grandfathers and extended families. Always by Michael R. Burch for Jeremy Know in your heart that I love you as no other, and that my love is eternal. I keep the record of your hopes and dreams in my heart like a journal, and there are pages for you there that no one else can fill: none one else, ever. And there is a tie between us, more than blood, that no one else can sever. And if we're ever parted, please don't be broken-hearted; until we meet again on the far side of forever and walk among those storied shining ways, should we, for any reason, be apart, still, I am with you... always. The Gift by Michael R. Burch for Beth and Jeremy For you and our child, unborn, though named (for we live in a strange, fantastic age, and tomorrow, when he is a man, perhaps this earth will be a cage from which men fly like flocks of birds, the distant stars their helpless prey) , for you, my love, and you, my child, what can I give you, each, this day? First, take my heart, it's mine alone; no ties upon it, mine to give, more precious than a lifetime's objects, once possessed, more free to live. Then take these poems, of little worth, but to show you that which you receive holds precious its two dear possessors, and makes each lien a sweet reprieve. This poem was written after a surprising comment from my son, Jeremy. The Onslaught by Michael R. Burch 'Daddy, I can't give you a hug today because my hair is wet.' No wet-haired hugs for me today; no lollipopped lips to kiss and say, "Daddy, I love you!" with such regard after baseball hijinks all over the yard. The sun hails and climbs over the heartbreak of puppies and daffodils and days lost forever to windowsills, over fortune and horror and starry climes; and it seems to me that a child's brief years are springtimes and summers beyond regard mingled with laughter and passionate tears and autumns and winters now veiled and barred, as elusive as snowflakes here white, bejeweled, gaily whirling and sweeping across the yard. Keywords/Tags: children's poems, children, child, childhood, boy, girl, boyhood, girlhood, mother, father, grandmother, grandfather, family, families, sister, brother, love, eternal, always, forever, blood, baseball, hijinks
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