Children

Things go together or so they say,

Like bread and butter or milky way,

Love is usually with two or sometimes more,

But one thing about love makes the hormones soar.

 

Children make living filled with excitement and fear,

You worry about them and sometimes there is a tear,

Broken arms, broken hearts and the occasional fit of rage,

Life is filled with the stories on every turn of the page.

 

We all want what is best for our children as they grow up straight and tall,

No one wants to see their child of their flesh feel the anguish of the fall.

And the time rolls on and the years take their toll,

It takes a lot of hard work, to raise them and the  pure heart of the soul.

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