A child's love
By Dale
Blessed are our children as they grow, Treasured are thier memories for us to know. So fast they grow through a quickened time, The moments are with me and all mine. They give love and expect nothing in return, Childhood youth and fun what they yern. As they drift off into a slumber sleep, I know that the love shared is deep. By: Dale Copywrite 2002Please let me know what you think, as it is a poem about my children. Written March 29th, 2002 © on Mar 29 2002 11:58 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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