For My Children

A mother's point of view.

For My Children

There they lie like angels
Blest with dreams divine
Embraced in one another’s arms
And neither of them mine!

Through me, they were born
One, and then the other
The girl, she looks a bit like me
The boy looks like her brother.

Every year is like a day
As they change and grow
They leave their mother speechless
With the wonder they bestow.

Now, I look upon them
In the shadows of the night
And wish my heart could carry
Their fears and pains, in life.

But they must face it all
Alone …one at a time
Their dreams and aspirations
Individuals …not mine.

But I can look upon them
As often, mothers’ do,
And pray they have the character
To give life’s play its due.

And here they lie like cherubs
Nestled for the night
While I sit and rock and ponder,
Dreams of future plight.

January/1981