Treasure Island

Bill Mitton

(26-03-45 / Salford, England)

YOUR CHILDREN ARE ALWAYS YOUR CHILDREN


In your eye’s the child
never ends,
nor should it
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  • Mary Angela Douglas (8/3/2014 5:04:00 PM)

    the outline of the child is still seen - very poignant. I like this very much. Your poems communicate genuine feeling from a life truly lived. They really matter.

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  • Melvina Germain (4/21/2009 4:32:00 AM)

    OH in a parents eyes their child is still a child and that's how they see them. The age doesn't matter, the love is unconditional and a loving parent stands by their child in heartache and pain over and over again. Yes in a parents eyes no matter how powerful the man or woman becomes, they are still the child. I like this poem very much, thankyou. (Report) Reply

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