We're given gifts,
children to love and protect.
Some we see grow
to reach adulthood;
others leave us
when they are still very young.
Would we rather
have not had them,
or cherishd them deeply
for the time they spent with us?
They helped make us
who we are today,
and for that
we must be greatful.
Wonderful pictures, memories
of happy times shared
with these precious gifts
keep us going
long after they are gone.
A contest entry
- Write A Poem For Picture by stavykm.
950 points, ended December 1, 2007, 14 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
-
Okay, where's my diary? haha You are touching on so many memories in my life. This is so amazing. I lost my nephew when he was only three.
-
What lovely words
-
So True, Beautiful Write
Beautiful write of truth of the blessings God gave me through my son. Also true has made me part of who I am today. Thank you for entering and good luck in the contest!
Adding your comment:
