Most of my children are grown, but I still have some great memories of each of them when they were little. This poem I started on years ago, and noticed it while going through my journals. It reflects small tidbits of stuff noticed as they were growing up.
Little hands that hold mine tight,
A love so strong, a guiding light.
Their smiles illuminate the day,
And chase all troubles far away.
With every step, with every fall,
I'm there to catch them through it all.
Through laughter and through tears,
Me being there for them calms all their fears.
In their eyes, my heart feels at home,
A place where love is forever grown.
With each passing year, I see,
How amazing is their destiny.
Their hugs, their kisses, oh so sweet,
Forever treasured, each one unique.
A parents love that's pure and true,
A love that only grows anew.
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