Bounded love.


Bounded love. Till my last breath.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
"

Children make us realize we are not so important. They give us hope and reason to be alive.

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        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

Category : poetry