My Children

I still can hear
My children’s call
In moments past
The rhythms awl
In times of stillness, they unfold
All of their beauty, in one breath
Forever heaped, my heart behold
Sheer wishes, warmth and comfort dressed
Blessed with Jesus touch, so soft
Tears of Joy roll down my face
As I stop to reminisce
How swift the stroll, of budding brood
In morning dreams, of yesteryear
The time of babes, where has it gone

By Kelly S Griswold

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