Our children

Our children lead the lives we’ve led, their drops of blood, we’ve once bled.
Their fights, their struggles, we’ve once fought, are hard learned lessons, we’ve been taught.
Their games, their playtime, joys and tears; reflections of us, those long ago years.
Our fountain of youth is through their lives, as we relive our childhood through their eyes.





I wrote this a long time ago, for my children. It's still one of my favorites.

Nice flow :)

Great write x

Very sweet!(LIKE IT!)

Take care,
Silke

We find the reflection of our own expression (and those before us) in the gestures of our children. A very true write, well said.