Empirical Proof
Harper Thorpe
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Nice rhyme Harper. And congratulations! Here is a rhyme I roll out on such occasions…..

Our Children


A feeling indescribable,

So awe struck am I

That I can see the Universe

In each newborn baby’s eye.


They are Grace

Of pure and perfect face.

A memory of what we were

And may still be

If we set aside our fear

And let our spirit free.

They are our dreams

That come to us on Moonbeams

Revealing all worth knowing

And saving us from lies

If we listen with our hearts

And see things through their eyes.

They are bliss

The promise of love’s tender kiss

A ray of hope in the dark

Like a blinking from afar

And we love them like we love no other

Because they are made of stars.

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