To my Children

Born of womb, Or born of paper, You are made Of heavenly vapor. Known for weeks Or known for years, You have my Blood, sweat, and tears. You are mine And I am yours. I will knock Down any doors That may stand In the way of Keeping you Surrounded by love. My dancer, Be brave and wise. Its the one Who leaps that flies. My dragon, Be kind and true. Adventure is Awaiting you. My good boy, Be sure to learn There is joy Round every turn. All of you Must try to see Though we're made From mud and tree, Greater things Are for you than Distractions Carried in your hand. God above Has plans for you. Follow Him And be the few Who trust in The LORD of host. Remember What matters most.

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Kimberlee Long, August 28th, 2019