Precious Gifts
So long ago when I was young,
I had two little boys;
Their hair was blond, their eyes were blue,
they are my pride and joy.
Through the years, I tried my best,
to teach them as they grew;
To stand for right, throughout their life,
and live in faith and truth.
It's hard to be a mother,
as you watch your children grow;
And know you can't protect them,
even though you love them so.
For someday they'll be on their own,
to make their own mistakes;
And though you'd give your life for them,
The choices are theirs to make.
Down every road there's twists and turn,
No one knows what lies ahead;
But you hope that they'll remember ,
the things that you have said.
To me, my boys are treasures,
Precious gifts from up above;
And all my life I'll cherish them,
with unconditional love.
Copyright © Diane Shedrick | Year Posted 2005
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