Precious
Precious children in my care
laughed and frolicked, unaware
life would not forever be
simple, fun, and trouble-free.
Care, I’ll give, though they’re no more
unaware of what’s in store.
Be mentor? I will! They need
free advice. Perhaps they’ll heed!
March 1, 2021
entered in Brian Strand's All Yours (March) contest placed 1st
Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2021
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