Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Daughters and sons


We are mothers
Fathers
Daughters
Sons
We were all once
The expected babe
Impatient
To be born
To live to love
And to be loved
We are always
That child in arms
Longing to be held
And to hold.
Live childlike
The innocence
Of not fully knowing
Amazed by the adventures
That arrive
Unexpected.
We never need to grow up
The child in us
Can remain
Regardless of the years
We will always be
Daughters
And sons.

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