Two pure hearts imploring Love,
Correction,
Guidance,
Truth.
Responsibilities of a mother.
Dreams yet realized
Prayers yet answered
As tiny moments slip away and children grow.
Time refuses to wait for her
As she immerses herself in a memories that she will not and
cannot
Forget.
A smile, a laugh, a tear.
Looking upon angelic sleeping forms
And wondering,
Will they stray?
Will they falter?
As these young hearts leave the haven of a mother's arms,
hope and wonder plant their seeds.
1997
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