My Chidren
My wonderful children
You’ll never know
How much my heart aches
As I watch you grow
In time you’ve become
Independent and free
Always my children
And special to me
As you grow older
You will see
Through the eyes as my children
Reflections of me
Past, present and future
All intertwined
My parents, your parents
All children you’ll find
Our reflections, not vanity
Mirrored lives we share
Always my children
Your “Moeksie”, who cares.
April 8, 2010 at 2:05 pm
Wonderful poem….obviously a loving parent wrote this. Thank you for sharing your heart.
T. Harris