Quatrain of Having Babies
Having Babies - pits getting old
When my children were born,
I loved them like heavenly
babies, they were so
tiny,
As they got older, I sometimes
wondered if my love could
survive teenagers so
whiny.
But now that they have grown I
yearn for them to be babies
again, to hold and to
hug,
I shall love my children no matter
how old they get, but I miss
my babies like a hard
drug.
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