Children Are a Work of Art

Children just want to grow up
Much sooner than they should
They want the world to listen
To be heard and understood

At birth they are so helpless
From shock of first breath’s kiss
Crying out loudly with hunger
Full of vinegar and bliss

A mother shall shed her tears
Praying that her child will fit in
A father and his worst fears
To be better off than he’s been

Dream their dreams so bittersweet
The stars they aspire to reach
Children mimic us to learn
But by accident we teach

Great feats are inherited
But by scaling one’s own walls
Not minding their dusty clothes
Gain of purchase from their falls

A child is a canvas
Our life‘s pure work of art
Painted not with a brush
But with our own blood’s heart

Love’s the heirloom for our tapestry
A legacy mosaic on display
Fabric from your own flesh and soul
To relish when we’re old and gray

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My children have grown up and I am enjoying seeing them contribute to society, and how beautiful it is. I no longer worry about them and it’s a relief that they have things in their life they enjoy and they have the love of others in their life.