My Children Poem by Elia Michael

From time to time I look on them and think
What are these poems, are they any good?
They are my offspring written down in ink,
I hope when read they're not misunderstood.
Imperfect things, yet they belong to me
And if at times I see their faults, at others
I am, as any parent blind and see
The things I want to see, but love then smothers
The rest; where is impartiality?
Yet does not every parent love their own?
This is a part of love's mentality
Ensuring that we speak in kindly tone.

These are my children, read them if you will,
But please, be mindful you show them no ill.