When she was but a tot, A chubby little bundle of dread and joy, I’d asked God to watch over her, and her angel came and sat down with mine; I knew he was there, I could feel him.
Now with pomposity and flaunting, her angel is vanished, and mine seems to leave at thirteen. She’s here but my baby is gone, and I asked heaven to bring her back. I’d do anything to be with my angel again.
Flesh is for the worms, but a cultured mind creates delightful recollections, perpetual. Today, the whole world nurtures my child, and the house has more volume; it echoes our voices. If she doesn’t listen to God’s voice through mine She’ll be a feast for all of society.
most people teach their children to be good children, the smart ones teach their children to be good adults - whatever way we chose, at some point our children do what they are supposed to do and grow into separate people from us and this always causes some degree of conflict. in time they come back because they want to not because they have to.
nabiiOPCincinnati, Ohio USAApr 6, 2011
It is never about being good children or being good adult; it is about being good people. This mistakes you make as a child can haunt you even until old-age
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