Rose Falcone (September 8,1959 / Brooklyn, New York)

My sweetest darling dears
how oft Ive shed some tears
looking upon your faces
remembering tender embraces

It seems so long ago
when you snuggled in just so
a love so pure and chaste
I dared not let it go in haste

I held your little hand
your independence you demand
and with a grieved sigh
did I finally comply

Through the mistakes I've made
by your sides I've always stayed
never intending to dismay
keeping my own emotions at bay

Who knew a model I would be
of life's potpourri
a life of joy and love
love yourselves without lack thereof

Go now and be free
from all diversity
live and learn from life
may it be free of strife