Bounded love.
Bounded love. Till my last breath.
The moment I held you.
Sweet child of mercy.
You brought hope to my sad heart.
Your laughter, your smile.
Now each day.
I look forward to you my child.
My little girl who still hold my hand.
Precious Angel keeps me alive.
Our children are the purpose.
To keep our spirit and dreams alive.
Their hope and dreams become our dreams.
Without them.
What would we really have?
(Be thankful for healthy and strong children. If we lose a child. Old heart will never be the same)
Coyote
28 April 2009
She is soo cute/
” I wish I’d had the magical feeling back I had when I was a child.
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I had a absence father and mother. It made me become a good father. We can learn fro the mistakes of others.
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This poem is so simple, but so strong! I’ve tried to write poems on how I feel about my children but they’ve never come out quite right, but this one is perfect. And I love that you included pictures of your little ones. So beautiful! Thank you.
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The one photo with me in uniform is my daughter. The other photo is my grandson. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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This is beautiful John. Children are a special light in this world.
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You are correct. This is the reason we must seek peace. The forgotten children somewhere could of been the child to lead all of us into the light of peace and forgiveness.
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Yes John, we need to continue to lift up and inspire children across the globe.
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Wonderful, John. Children are earth angels.
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You are right. They teach us to slow down and enjoy life.
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beautiful, john )
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Thank you. Kids give us reason and purpose.
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