A Mothers Hope

My little girl with hair of gold And eyes as green as grass My little boy with hair of sand Hazel eyes full of laughs Her tempers hot and emotions strong With an inner rage of fire His tempers placid, emotions calm With dreams his main desire She's quick to anger, slow to hurt But still a little girl He's slow to anger, quickly hurt A boy in a sensitive world I love them yes they are my heart The reason for why I live Two little angles who can be devil's Though for them my life I'd give They're no longer here so I prey they see Their mother will never let go She loves her children where ever they are She hopes that this they know