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Tissue Box

like visitors from outer space
they came with tears, and lined the sidewalk
long in face, and arms embracing
some (I have no inkling) who
they were or why they felt compelled to come 

dozens came with casseroles
a few with flowers, wads of tissues
tender words of helpless mutterings
many acts of generous offerings

don't get me wrong, I watched the suffering
expressed in words or acts of kindness
I watched it all, and felt the love
did not dismiss the warm compassion
returned it all, with pure compliance
a thankful heart, a swollen throat

I hugged these strangers at the door
to comfort them, who shed their tears
upon my shoulder, offered them
a place to share their sympathies
a place to spend their mercy, pure

                but, this was my child who loved and lost
                impossible........I can't express it

protected from the very start, by
loving hands, her dad's and mine, 
we watched her grow, and let her go
she grew from the vine ....into a rose
but life composed a tragedy, with goals
beyond our reach...beyond belief
beyond our wildest dreams
and left her with a loss beyond control

like visitors from outer space, we watch
as others come, and others go
they blow into their tissue wads
and empty the boxes one by one
and cry with us,  and then they all go home...

do we cry........?  Oh no, not yet...
instead we smile a grateful smile
and thank them kindly for the while
and for the ways they share their love
but we can't cry into our own clenched wad
of tissue from the tissue box
she needs us to be strong, somehow
and so that is the way it is, we vow...to hold back all the tears for now


                for, this was my child who loved and lost
                impossible........I can't express it
      __________________________________________





4/12/13


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2013

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Little Wishes

Little wishes on great big stars.
Daughter, I make a wishes for you.
Keep on growing and keep on smiling.
And I'll keep loving all that you do.

Little dreamers wishing big things.
The world is your stage to display.
You can sing and you can dance.
Enjoy all that comes your way.

Little hopes in a great big world.
Nothing can stop your free spirit.
Make some noise, play a beat.
It's beautiful music when I hear it.

Little kisses from my now big girl,
You're growing up so fast it seems.
Pretty soon you'll leave the nest
And fly after all of your dreams.

Little girl I love you,
And I love you even more.
Because I made a wish once,
And you're what I wished for.


Written April 09, 2014


Copyright © Casarah Nance | Year Posted 2014



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ANTHONY

An angel gave wings to you so you can fly
Never will life pass you by
Toward the sky you will guide
Hovering above the world so high
On a cloud you sit as other's sigh
Never will you fall from the sky
Your angels taught you how to fly


Copyright © Linda walden | Year Posted 2014

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A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this allotrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevalent from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths 
roles and qualities of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s


Copyright © Anna-Marie Docherty | Year Posted 2013

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Words Of Wisdom To My Child

You grow so fast, already showing glimpse of awesome creativity and transform discoveries from the industrious nature of your observations so squat at my feet and raise your attentive head up high to be equipped for this compulsory journey oh sweet creature of my seed. My hands of your molding and chastisement are already the processing engine of your refinement my strong willed mind and love soaked heart complete the stages as you hold steadfast to the train I’ve prepared for you Listen attentively as I perform this segment of my duties and lets take a tour round the routes of wisdom and gallivant the landscape of experience while I pedal your feet and smoothen your soles Seasoned flavored virtues are an armour through which life’s shots are overcomed and a colourful behaviour becomes a saviour in times of need Labor not your whole life in chasing vapour for out of vigour, flour is made from wheat, Bread from flour, but all for a time of enjoyment and satisfaction Guilty syndrome is exhibited when a person answers unasked questions and don’t force out jokes from your head or else people will think your sense of humor is on a life support Sunset is no accuse for the clock to stop running ad infinitum thus, an excuse is like a punctured umbrella it’ll still not stop the invasion of raindrops Your natural desires are borderless, but your ability to strongly control them is what makes you distinct from other species in the animal kingdom Love has no prefix, suffix or adjective it is what it is and as powerful as causing natural instincts to be abdicated in favour of kindness just for the carnivore to embrace abstinence. He who begins a tale becomes its reference don’t say what you cannot defend in court rumour is a bad odour which spreads beyond the neighbourhood and puts a noisy siren on your personality Bad companionship will lead you to the garbage and corrupt friends will join others to marvel at the immortality of your adopted stupidity Wash your face every morning with these words and take your every meal with these lines then would they be spices to which your life is preserved.


Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

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Helpless

I feel helpless I dont know where to start, 
you are one of my four beating hearts, 
the second beauty I brought into this world, 
I can only watch from a distance, 
from the barrier you set to others, 
I feel the need to wonder because I feel helpless, 
its fear that sets my weakness for you ,
a fear that has hit like a tidal wave I feel helpless, 
you seem so alone and I dont know why,

I watch you ....emoitionless and I just want to cry I feel helpless, 
it's a world of mental illness I could never understand,
it's a weakness always judged even at my own hand,
But now I see you suffer harder and harder days, 
with no way of hepling I feel helpless,

My second born daughter so beautiful and strong,
for all you go through and your days still go on,
you wake day by day and you hold ur hands high,
to the reason you stay in this world, 

I can only be glad you think of me that way because I feel helpless.


Copyright © Chantelle Rostoll | Year Posted 2014

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Fairy Tales, Angels and Cuddles

What would we do without Cuddles 
They help us to get out of muddles 
When we're feelin' down, they replace a frown 
And they fill us so full of Love Bubbles 

Beethoven, Sparkles and Lulu 
Far greater than anything Tragic 
Eeyore, T-T-Tigger and Pooh 
In Dreams that are filled full of Magic 

Angels are made for believin' 
Even if we've never seen them 
They mind us at night, when we shut our eyes tight 
And they help the Dream Fairies to Weave them 


Copyright © peter walsh | Year Posted 2014

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The Outside Door Visitor

The door was stiff with rusted bolts but I did my best the pool of sweat and the rain of tears can all attest. There were whispers and taunting from fear but great determination and anticipation covered my ear. In the heat, your loud, sharp cry gave me the feel of snow so healthy in appearance and weight- new life in a show. My new found love exponentially grows which I’m about to promote thinking differently, my blessed child sees the world as remote. Sensitive to every touch, already proving social yet gone and missing was existence’s marshal. Making me wonder if that was its exact command praying and wishing it faces nature’s reprimand. My heart anticipates whether it’s a prince or princess but life in union with death is a deadly incest. You touched down on planet earth with your face looking up the sky you just landed but to acquire your wings and fly. The inevitable crossing to the other side wasn’t your intention I was ready to pull the heavens down for an intervention. Ten minutes after the miracle, joy bathes a soul already faded but at the same time life is mocked for the blessing to be shaded.


Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

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You Are The Cedar Of Lebanon

How else can a mortal envisage your greatness if not through the envy of the majestic existence of the cedar of Lebanon? Your lofty height is damped in shady foliage And beautiful branches multiplying with long boughs Underground springs direct their rivers all around the place where you’re planted making you greater than all the trees in the field. Thick and solid, wider and commanding, strong and bold, gigantic and forever young even the general shermann giant sequoia bows to your simple intimidation All the birds of the sky will nest in your branches all the animals of the field will give birth beneath your boughs and your shade will create a means of livelihood to great nations The beauty of your greatness extends to the height of your limbs and your roots extending to abundant waters. Behold! Not even the cedars in God’s garden rival you nor the pine Trees compare to your branches. Also the plane ones, matching your trunk b'cos out of you, the coals of life would be burned And a better existence accurately circumcised.


Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015

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A Child's Peace

Tell me of your peace. 
Let it tell your story now
Of trials and tribulations, a tale not of dreams
Weary from a journey of self-discovery
My child, know the comfort in your peace
You feel hope in this familiar place 
As it gently sloughs the pain away 
Tell me of your peace 
In which we all are blessed and free
Search throughout your soul sweet child
Peer not within your cluttered mind 
Look out to rest your tired eyes but do not let them see
Solace found strewn upon daily thoughts is fleeting at it's best
Lasting merely moments, in untouched souls a true peace 
Oh yes! You'll know when you arrive but only you will know 
The world will melt away as a candle left under the blazing sun
Away away, until you feel home again, an unguided familiar scene
An innocence once lost is restored, all sins suddenly forgiven
Soaking this in with relucant ease, 
Breathe it deep with a slow release
Take it in, delight in details you discover
Be calm here child, please have no fear, I am here 
You are safe in this place of yours, no hurt no tears
We share not the same peace, no no
Unique to each of us, yet stranger to none
Trust in more than what you see, know beauty is within reach
We share this unspoken bond of freedom from ourselves
Please young one, listen closer now 
I say, leave it all behind you love, it will only weigh you down
Cleanse yourself of careless words and careful lies 
I know you're weary, let go of all you carry
Don't be afraid, here you are burden free 
Trust in you, blessed one, it's easier than you believe
Sweet child, tell me now if you see
Peace resting deep within 
Waiting for you
For you to let it be


Copyright © Gabrielle Charisse | Year Posted 2013

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Shaken to the Core

Her sad eyes and tear stained face evoked such ambivalent feelings;
I could barely stand to look upon the half-naked child in front of me. 
She turned her face toward me with a pained look begging for help.
Maternal feelings welled up within for this pitiful tangled haired waif. 

Gaping in abject horror, I observed the orphan's frail arms wrapped 
tenaciously around a dead rat and held close to her dirt smeared body. 
I sensed this sewer 'pet rat' had been her only source of comfort in life. 
The one thing she turned to, when sad or hungry, would never again be.
 
While resisting the urge to gather her up in my arms and dry her tears, 
still I desired to sympathize... whispering, "Don't cry honey, it'll be OK". 
I lied, knowing it wouldn't.  Besides what could I do with so little to give. 
I turned and walked away not wanting to face my growing sense of lack.

I awoke with a start, shuddering, deeply disturbed and troubled to tears.
Sometimes the vivid images, like a horror movie returning to haunt me,
make me question, "Who is that wretched child so forlorn and dejected?
The memories shake my very soul, the hidden message still eluding me. 


Copyright © Charlene McCutcheon | Year Posted 2014

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Dear son

Too big for his britches, too small for his cap
Just the right size for mama's lap
He keeps me in stitches, the things he will say
"Oh let him stay little", I repeatedly pray
A little firecracker with spunk to spare
He walks in the house and strips down bare
Not a single piece of clothing, not even a sock
Demands to be naked, stubborn as a rock 
Bath time is the best if you'r ready for some fun
Not a dry spot on the wall by the time he is done
There is something about that boy that tugs at my heart
An emptiness inside, when we are apart 
His little blonde curls and sweet little face
A perfect little person, thanks to God's glory and grace
I love that he needs me and doesn't want me to leave
Lord knows I need him too, more than I need to breathe


Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015

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Smiling Daughter Everlasting

My world is blessed with a baby Queen her staff and tenderness fills my life in between. Exciting and preserving like the lily adding fashion to beauty with a high heel. Time isn’t in a haste as it goes slow shades of monstrous trees come a little low. Existence of a perfect world is beyond apparent as I handpick all the blessings of being a parent. Fortune’s and good luck’s prophecies are allowed to water my seed and present their cloud. On her dad’s protection, she’s so sure embracing all the love using it as a cure. To mend slight bruises from the rough hill and grind all obstacles in our secret mill. Now three years, what a beautiful file starting with a miracle to continue with a smile. Growing true, strong and beautiful is my reap roses and sunflowers on this road, no cause to weep. More parents will applaud as we stand by making sure we raise you up to fly so high.


Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016

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Your mother am I

   You, my baby girl and your mother am I 
You nurse from my body until I am dry
Sometimes late at night I get you out of bed
We sit and rock for hours as I rub your sweet head

   You, my little girl and your mother am I 
Come let me hold you as we say goodbye
Though I must leave for a very short while
You can bet I'll return with open arms and a smile
Be strong little one, I must strengthen your wings
So you can handle the wind among other things

   You, my daughter and your mother am I
Lay your head in my lap as I explain why
Girls can be wicked as they strive to be cool
You know of your beauty.  Mama didn't raise a fool
Now listen to my wisdom and take my advice
The best way to get them back is to simply be nice
I don't expect you to understand.  I just beg for your trust
Do as I say.  Be respectful, kind and just

   You, my daughter and your mother am I 
Lean your head on my shoulders as I dry your eyes
You believe your heart to be broken, no chance of repair 
Listen as I tell you, I myself have been there
It's just a little hiccup in this thing we call life
You will fall in love again and make a beautiful wife

   You are an improved version of who I used to be
I pray I have taught you well as I set you free
Sit with me a while and let me soak in your sweet smell
You will go out in this world and I know you'll do well

   You, my daughter and your mother am I
That is who I am and who I will be until the day I die



Copyright © Anna Hopper | Year Posted 2015

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MY UNBORN PRINCESS MIA

 (WHY I KEEP LIVING)
She is light skin
blonde hair with curls
a perfect mixture of our different racial spring.
A gap in between her front teeth
and two tiny dimples on her cheeks.
Haha!
She is so beautiful and fragile
very intelligent and sweet.
She has a castle in the garden
she believes she is Cinderella.

My unborn princess Mia.
I dreamed of her ever since i was sixteen.
at nineteen i thought this was it
only i had no groom.
so when he put a ring on it on my 21st birthday
i knew it would be anytime soon.
But when we went our separate ways an year after that
it was another doom.

Now am 24,turning 25yrs soon
and i think i have found the right Mon.
But with all the distance and miles separating us
i think it will take a few passing of the moon.

Each night before i drift off
i close my eyes
place my hand on the tummy
and listen as her tiny legs tries to kick it off.
Each dawn when i wake
i kiss 'Mia the teddy' on the forehead
as i shall each day when we wake.

I live for that soft wail
when doctors cut that tail.
I live for the bite of her first set of teeth
announcing she is about to outgrow my tits.

I breath for the day she calls me 'mama'!
I breath for the day she runs down those stairs
without my arms as her guide and armor.
I breath for that scared innocent look
when i let go of her hand on her first day to school.

I fight for the day she comes home crying
with her first heart break.
I fight for the day those tall legs makes a win on the run way
granting her a career through break.

I live for the day she reach the teens
start to see me as her evil twin.
I breath for the day my baby girl walks down the aisle
with pride besides her father all glamorous and in style.
I fight for the day she hit forty
and everything she feels becomes a fight.

I live for the day she will comb my gray hair
tuck me to bed with a kiss on my forehead
as i once did to her.

I breath for the day i shall dies
old,toothless and with a smile
because i know she will be standing by.

I live, breath and fight to live
till she is live
right here in my life.


Copyright © PENINNAH NGANGA | Year Posted 2014

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Impossible

Sometimes it’s hard to be me –
		So much pain to burn,
		So much to daily learn,
		So much joy to discern.
Sometimes it’s hard to be me –
It’s impossible to be you.
		I offer you my soft side
		But cannot take your ride
		Or be your forever guide.
For me, it’s impossible to be you.

		I want to filter the dark
		To keep you in the light.
		I want to protect you from wrong
		By leading you towards the right.
		I want to take all your wishes
		And make them all come true.
		I want to keep the world
		From ever hurting you.
		But my darling child,
		These things I cannot do.

You’re the seed I did plant
To nurture and watch grow,
But you decide the direction
Your branches will grow.

		If you develop slowly
		And timidly face the sky
		Or if you arch boldly
		With a brazen sigh,
		Either way is yours to try.
		You ARE going to sigh,
		You ARE going to cry;
		These are gifts to your growth
		That child, as your Mother,
		I cannot deny.

Sometimes it’s hard to be me –
It’s impossible to be you.



September 2015


Copyright © CayCay Jennings | Year Posted 2015

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If I did not love you

A poem for every parent.

If I didn’t love you, would I say I care?
Would it matter where you going or what you have to wear?
If I didn’t love you, would I want to hear?
Everything you did today while I hold you near.

If I didn’t love you, would I ever say?
“Come let’s kneel down and thank our Lord for yet another day.”
If I didn’t love you, would I say goodnight?
Would I tuck you in your bed before switching off the light?

If I didn’t love you, when you feeling ill.
Would I take your temperature while you suffering with the chill?
If I didn’t love you, would I stick around?
Listen to your cruel insults, fighting on this battleground.

If I didn’t love you, would I let you go?
Praying that you’ll see the light and know I love you so.		



Copyright © Louis Venter | Year Posted 2016

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My Future Child

My Future Child

 

The truth is:
one cannot tell,
what dreams and nightmares,
the future will unveil.
Your life is foretold,
through a veritable plan;
where you get options,
planted in each hand.
Each choice unlocks,
another vast universe.
Inside there are challenges,
for you to traverse.
Future child of mine,
do not fear your mistakes.
Life never comes to us,
‘gifted’ on a silver plate.
You will learn and grow,
despite consequences.
Always have belief in you,
against the cost in raw expenses.
Keep love deeply,
locked within your heart.
This way when things fail,
you will never fall apart.
Maintain honesty and surely trust,
allowing any distractions,
in time to diminish to dust.
A child has the future,
in sight to seize.
This my child,
is the amazing gift,
I freely give,
to thee.


Copyright Elle Smith 2017


Copyright © Elle Smith | Year Posted 2017

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'Little Sparrow'

“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.”—Psalm 34:18 New International Version (NIV)




Little sparrow, what troubles thee;
      is it the stigma you face?
Little sparrow, what pierces thee;
      is it the shame of disgrace?

Is it the brokenness in your heart, 
     or the sorrows you can't outlive?
Is it the anguish that sets you apart, 
     or the hurt that holds you captive? 

What befalls you 
      is neither unfelt nor unknown;
God cares and calls you
      when you're cast out and all alone. 

God will never forsake you
     in your time of need;
God will never permit you
     to suffer or bleed.



02/19/2014; for "TO HEAL A HEART" Contest



 




Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2014

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I AM YOURS TO KEEP

You are a princess in my heart,
and I care for you so much.
I love the fondness in your eyes,
 and your tender little touch.

I looked at you when you were born,
and knew then straight away,
that I would be fore ever here
to watch you grow and play.

You bring to me a heart of joy,
and memories so great,
and a powerful sense of fatherhood
 that no one can debate.

I watch you sleep and dream of things
 that I can only wonder.
That innocent look upon your face
 just makes my heart grow fonder.

I see you run and jump and shout
 and calling out my name.
No love that I have ever known
 could ever feel the same.

No suffering or tragedy
 nor deeply seated pain
could ever over shadow
 the bond that we retain.

And so my little princess
 before you go to sleep,
Remember I am your daddy,

 and I am yours to keep.

(For Victoria from Dad)


Copyright © Mike Quinn | Year Posted 2014

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Daughter Of Mine

 Beautiful Daughter full of grace
 I pray that time caresses your face.
 Today is only ribbons and bows,
 Tomorrow it will be life and all for you
 it holds.

 Silk and satin, then leather and lace
 candy covered kisses, dance class and
 all the silly faces I hope I never miss.
 
 Then someday you will stand up tall
 all in white you will pledge in your wedding
 trend and beside you will stand the man who
 promises to love until the end.

 I will go back to today, when I was watching
 you as you played and I'll then give a smile for
 I'll know how precious you are to me, then and now.

No matter what tomorrow brings along,
My love with be with you, your whole life long.


Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2014

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Thank you

Thank you – Zamreen Zarook

Thank you is a sweet word in the nature,
You may be a guy of adventure,
May be you are a person of agriculture,
What matters is your architecture.

Never forget the people, who guided you,
In no degree neglect who were with you,
Don’t ever overlook a creature, who gave a smile to you,
Because, you will meet them above you.

People forget the past due to selfishness,
They have no time to remember their unawareness,
Society, most of the times behave in awfulness,
They will understand when their lives come in to bitterness.

Be a person to thank and remember,
Don’t consider them as December,
Because, you might need them in November,
So, always be as a good subscriber.


Copyright © Zamreen Zarook | Year Posted 2013

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Who Cares For The Carer

By John Weaver & Dedicated to Liz

Who cares for the carer? is the question that I ask.
Who is helping them help another with their overwhelming task
Who is trying to ensure they remain healthy, fit and strong
As they nurse and feed the one in need all day and all night long?

Who thinks about the carer? is the thought that comes to me
When all thought is for the needy and that’s the way it ought to be
But just a little bit of thoughtfulness would not go astray
For the one who works and struggles without a thought for pay.

Who worries about the carer? is my other great concern
If they should fall to sickness where would the needy turn?
The one they love is the one they want and on whom they depend
To wash and feed and dress them and to be with them to the end

Who would care for the needy? is the fact we have to face
If something happened to the carer then who would replace
That committed and devoted, caring loving soul
Who gave their all without complaint in a hard and stressful role.

But we know who will care for the carer 
When their mortal coil is through
When all their earthly labours get the recognition that is due
When at last they can rest eternal with no further demands
In peace and joy and secure in the Greatest Carer’s hands.




Copyright © John Weaver | Year Posted 2014

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Blessing

Priceless pearl
my hidden diamond
love's sweet jewel

Heaven sent
Angelic countenance
Beauty so pure

Lovely daughter
your character delights
my devotion forever

Heartbeat on screen
My unbelief ceased
the moment
You
first squeezed my finger







Copyright © Christina Holmes | Year Posted 2013

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Summer Time

Summer Time
and in the spring
the children sprout
growing up until they old
reminiscing on the past
(Summer Time)...
 So innocent and young
growing old and wise
telling true stories
to the children eyes
some young become old fools
just make sure its not you
Summer Time
and in the spring
the children sprout
growing up until they old
reminiscing on the past
(Summer Time)...


Copyright © Michelle Edwards | Year Posted 2013