Let us begin with our children at home.
Let us be the light so that they don't roam. Wandering around in the darkness alone, Afraid of the thoughts they have when they're gone. Out in the world with no source of light. Just shadows to show them the truth that's not right. Scared of the dark and what they can't see, They turn back to seek their family. From a distance they see a faint light. Like a glimmer of hope in the darkest of night. They're drawn back in because they remember. The things that they saw when the light would shimmer. So you see, it really does matter what we teach them at home. So they carry it with them once they are grown. And return to the place from which they were shown. A love that comes from a light that is grown. Cherease 2016 I wrote this while considering the things that are going on in the world today and all around our children. I hope that it blesses someone else. It is nothing fancy, or profound--just words that come from a mother's heart for her children. Share your thoughts or write back with any poems you would like to share. God Bless...
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