The Making of a Family
A life once lived, could indeed be a song,
A ballad or novel, it could be said,
One to admire, to share and love,
Or one to despise, one not to prolong
A gift from above, with love intended,
A gift to two, a man and woman,
Not to be confused, as a one night stand,
But cherished and loved, the way intended
Too many children, without a mom or dad,
Think of the life, think of the pain,
Is it worth it, the sex without true love,
Think of the memories, you might have had
Think of the child, without the pair,
Think of the family, you might have had
Think of the pride, the family could share,
When the child has both, a mom and dad.
B J Ayers
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem