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Poem:My dear children


My dear children who rest in my hand,
I have watched you through pain and sorrow,
For an eternity the heavens and hells have plagued thee.
I have seen my children die and live through the worst.
Yet some never come back, my dearest loves.
I have seen you in your homes,
You have come so far and yet wait for more.
Even if you achieve the best there is always an end,
Hear me my children I speak to thee every day.
I am the water you drink, the land, and the air,
I am the darkest night and the brightest of days,
You see my anger and my fear.
I have always loved thou, yet some children rebel against my wishes.
I wish I could interfere but alas I cannot.
I will see you through the end and remember the mother,
who watches over thee,
Remember there are ends and beginnings,
You will never truly die but come back to live,
I miss you my children whom I cannot caress in my arms,
I will always be with you my darling children,
I shall love you for an eternity's eternity and more.
Even though I can't always be there during the best and the worst.
I will always be here.