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Young Mother

by oceanst0rm

I know I'll miss these times once they're sung The days are busy when they're so young Little ones that pull on skirts, Teeny ones held in your shirt Selflessness we must meet, in order to be built Recline in the sun's heat, spring flowers bloom and wilt Everything in its time, these moments will pass Change another bedsheet, sacrifice and submit Slow and let your eyes meet, let these sweet moments sit Everything in its time, these moments will pass A love so natural, it will not be ignored It flurries us to higher places and with the air it swings A love so natural, it demands to be poured So deep it actually aches, singing sweetly while it stings Offenses laughable, their silly peccadillos I secretly smile at Yet they are teachable, I'll raise them to face the world and evil to combat Innocent little transgressions My dearest little possessions I rebuke, I correct, the love goes on, I'll cherish our time while here Time feels ensconced, but with the dawn, our time will have disappeared
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