Solitaire Kathrynne-Lynne Archer
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Lady, Send Me The Child
Send me the quiet child or the loudest child
Send me the chatterbox with a million questions or the child that builds castles in the clouds
Send me the child that sees 3 steps ahead and the child who dreams of new worlds and magnificent anima,s who speak and sing
Send me the child who weeps at stories and late-night movies or picks dandelions for strangers
Send me the broken and needy child
Send me the child that hugs and kisses and tells stories to every neighbourhood pet and cries with children he has never met before
Send me the child that visits all the elders
Send me those that take longer to "get it"
Send me those who are here for a short time who need me most
Send me the little Mums and Poppas whose hearts always have room . . .
Send me those that still tremble and shriek every night
Sene me the child of war of abuse of neglect
those who no longer speak or hurt themselves in quiet desperation
Send me those that see their own rainbows that they may shed light on the world
Goddess, please, I will ask naught else, Please send me the children and this I do pledge
I promise to treasure them all
Mar 28, 2022
Mar 28, 2022 at 7:54 PM UTC
Solitaire Kathrynne-Lynne Archer
47m ·
Shared with Public
Lady, Send Me The Child
Send me the quiet child or the loudest child
Send me the chatterbox with a million questions or the child that builds castles in the clouds
Send me the child that sees 3 steps ahead and the child who dreams of new worlds and magnificent anima,s who speak and sing
Send me the child who weeps at stories and late-night movies or picks dandelions for strangers
Send me the broken and needy child
Send me the child that hugs and kisses and tells stories to every neighbourhood pet and cries with children he has never met before
Send me the child that visits all the elders
Send me those that take longer to "get it"
Send me those who are here for a short time who need me most
Send me the little Mums and Poppas whose hearts always have room . . .
Send me those that still tremble and shriek every night
Sene me the child of war of abuse of neglect
those who no longer speak or hurt themselves in quiet desperation
Send me those that see their own rainbows that they may shed light on the world
Goddess, please, I will ask naught else, Please send me the children and this I do pledge
I promise to treasure them all
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