You've been a childhood friend from small
You suited each and every mood
Never tried to change the situation
Played and chatted with a child, when you could.
As the child grew, the mixed thoughts grew deeper
You were more like a helper than friend.
Children need you there every moment
No other can enter their play.
When the eyes opened up to puberty
No one else could come in between
The helper, the friend, became messenger
To teach children the way to just be.
No body you ever could show them
Only feelings, and thoughts, oh so dear
Children feel all emotions, and what love is
They create their own dreams, to be near.
When the teachings you give reached the Spirit
You were then free to go where you may
if the child had the final conclutions
It would probably want you to stay.
When you left some go off on a journey in mind
Anarexia, drink ,drugs or lots more.
Until they settle when in comes the next messenger
To start them through life the next course.
Just love your children, the best that you can
Know you did what was asked off you
To nurture, clothe,love and feed them till grown
Then they know what they must do.
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