A Mothers Love


They are beautiful when they smile,
and when they are angry and upset.
I pray they grow up successful, and live without regret.
They fall down and go "boom", but don't cry until I look.
They are so adorable, when they are begging "just one more book?".
Dancing with angels while they smile in their sleep.
Playing This Little Piggy on their chunky little feet.
Endless cartoons and dirty messy faces.
Teach then to ride a bike, and make bunnies with their laces.
I will love and protect them until the day that I die.
Then come back down from heaven to tell them that's it's ok to cry.

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