Jul 21, 2017 · 1 min read
This is really lovely Giulia. And I don’t know why but it reminded me of this little poem I wrote years and years ago…
Our Children
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.
