Bounded love. Till my last breath.A Poem by Coyote PoetryChildren make us realize we are not so important. They give us hope and reason to be alive.
Bounded love. Till my last breath. The moment I held you. Sweet child of mercy. You brought hope to my sad heart. Your laughter, your smile. Now each day. I look forward to you my child. My little girl who still hold my hand. Precious Angel keeps me alive. Our children are the purpose. To keep our spirit and dreams alive. Their hope and dreams become our dreams. Without them. What would we really have? (Be thankful for healthy and strong children. If we lose a child. Old heart will never be the same) Coyote © 2012 Coyote PoetryAuthor's Note
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Added on December 29, 2012Last Updated on December 29, 2012 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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