These Children are Mine
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My children are my heartbeat (can you hear it?) it thumps in time the rhythm of this one's laughter the pattern of that one's sighs the missed beats of tears pooling in the chambers My sons are men now no longer little boys on tricycles and in wagons no longer waving hands for daddy to pick them up on his shoulder My sons are men My daughters are little women still young and cute yet older and beautiful how much longer can I hold them close before I must let them go? Never will I let them go completely they will always be my little girls My daughters, little women My children are my life's blood the strands of our lives' fabrics intertwined (c) Brett Campbell, October 25, 2012