These Children are Mine
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
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
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