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Children...precious children,
Most precious gift from God;
Life's greatest blessing,
Our greatest reward.

Tiny little bundles,
Done up in pink and blue;
Cuddly and sweet,
God-given, through and through.

Tiny little sponges,
Absorbing all we say;
Trying hard to please us,
In each and every way.

Teen years are trying,
Hard for one and all;
Sometimes our wish is,
That they still were small.

Our life continuing through them,
As older, we do grow;
Our energy...our strength does wane,
This, we try not to show.

But, all do see and know it,
This transformation clear;
No longer strong are we,
But, nothing need we fear.

For children...precious children,
Still walk hand-in-hand;
No longer do we lead them,
On them, we now depend!

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July 30, 2002

Aimee Love
(LHG)