Bounded love. Till my last breath.

Bounded love. Till my last breath.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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Children make us realize we are not so important. They give us hope and reason to be alive.

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        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
28 April 2009


© 2012 Coyote Poetry


Author's Note

Coyote Poetry
Parent must teach love and kindness. Elders have great responsibilities.

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It must be scary for some parents who see clearly what is going on for the welfare of their children. It doesn't look like the world they are growing up
in is a good one. Everything is being twisted, once what was considered bad is now considered good and what was once good is now considered bad. How crazy making is that? A very touching and tender poem you wrote here. Children are precious, parents only want the best for them and why not?

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A truly touching write, children a blessing.

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With all the HATE in this world I'm glad I don't have a little one to raise right now. We both know how tortured a man's soul can become with the past. We do what we have to do. And a child is a beautiful anchor to a reality that is a future instead of the past. How do you explain war to a child? You can't. I don't understand it myself. I know when you are shoved into it there are no decisions except live or die. But the consequences of even those decisions can weigh heavily on a man or woman's soul. My only daughter is almost 30 now...I still think of her as a child...she IS my baby. I guess that will always be. Only time and love can heal wounds but the scars remain. Funny thing...I'd feel worse if I had no scars.

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awwwww this is too cute ...i love it ...thanks for sharing it ...-

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This is so very touching Coyote, thanks for this one:)))

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