For the moments of rest and the time of deep sleep
The times to laugh and when I must, the time to weep.
To hold my childen and feel their love inside
The time to see my sons as grooms and my daughters;
as beautiful brides..
To acknowledge each child given is mine to hold
Give me what I need to listen; and when I'm told.
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