Little Flowers Grow Up ( a poem of inspiration)
As little Daisies and tiny Daffodils,
Our small ones turn and grow,
Plump babes, to laughing youngsters,
All, to run about, to and fro.
Each is nurtured, raised, of our best,
As we watch them change,
Their every beautiful caricature,
Is nothing, we'd ever rearrange.
As under sun and moon to grow,
Each child does win our heart,
Will always hold, so locked within,
And shall forever to be a part.
While our love and caring is shared,
Bright eyes light up with glee,
Each to remain, for this is plain,
And is as was meant to be.
A flower of beauty, then shared by all,
Our reincarnation, as one,
A passing forward, this wealth of ours,
As treasures, have become.
Our flowering children we all adore,
Those seeds planted before their birth.
Such an array, fine colors to behold,
Of a richness, for this world, such worth.
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