Bounded love. Till my last breath.
Bounded love. Till my last breath
The moment I held you.
Sweet child of mercy.
You brought hope to my sad heart.
Your laughter, your smile.
Now each day.
I look forward to you my child.
My little girl who still hold my hand.
Precious Angel keeps me alive.
Our children are the purpose.
To keep our spirit and dreams alive.
Their hope and dreams become our dreams.
Without them.
What would we really have?
(Be thankful for healthy and strong children. If we lose a child. Old heart will never be the same)
Coyote
28 April 2009
The old saying that a picture is worth a thousand words however, I believe that there are not enough words or money to match your three photos, enjoy that memory while you can.
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Thank you for the comment. My youngest daughter is sixteen now. But I have my grand-boys now. I do the same with them. Let them run and have fun.
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lovely and heartwarming photos and poetry John. I have a son who is the light of my life. This piece from you is a reminder of what is precious in life.
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Our children give us reason and purpose to be alive. When we hold our first child. We learn what we leave behind is the reason for our life. Thank you for the comment.
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Such a beautiful and precious poem! Children are such precious jewels to treasure and keep safe. Thanks also for sharing the pictures. She is beautiful. I’m sure you are a great dad : ) A happy and blessed new year to you and your family!!
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Very touching, I am glad to have encountered your blog.
I wish you eternal happiness with your family and for your home to always be full of love. 🙂
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Thank you Alia for stopping by and reading. I do appreciate.
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Such beautiful words to describe something so precious. Not matter what age our children are, we still love them as though they were little. I know I do and my Son’s 22 now.
Wishing you and your family a Happy New Year. 🙂
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So true John,beautiful
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The photos are old. My baby is sixteen now. The kids are making me old now. Thank you for the kind words.
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My youngest son is 21 today,til my last breath I will love him!
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that is so sweet 🙂
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Thank you for the comment. I do appreciate.
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you’re welcome!
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Ohhhhh! That was so awesome and sweet.
Felicia
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Thank you Felicia for the comment. I do appreciate.
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this was really beautiful… 🙂
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children are the hope of a nation
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I agree. Thank you for the comment.
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Very good, and excellent writing.
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They do grow up too fast…you made me all fuzzy and nostalgic. 🙂
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Thank you for the comment. Your words are true. The kids grow up too quickly.
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Beautiful, heartfelt poem John. I’m still waiting for my grandkids. They tell me that being a grandparent is magic. One day soon I hope! 🙂
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I thought I was done with kids. Daughters came home with two little boys who keep Grandpa busy. Thank you for the comment.
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I feel ya, Dad.
e
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Today I’m a Grandfather to two wild boys. They keep me young. Thank you for stopping by.
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Wise and loving words. Amen sir.
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Thank you John for the comment.
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Very endearing! 🙂
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Thank you for the comment. I see my sixteen year daughter and wish she was my little girl today. She was replaced by two grand-boys who keep me running. (From older daughters)
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