We’ve created something--
this is called procreation.
These children dance upon our beds,
upon our dreams,
and around and around our days and nights.
I wonder what it means to
“raise ‘em right”.
We wake up every morning
with their voices in our ears,
their crumbs on our chairs,
and their names on our hearts.
No one will love them as we do.
No one will love us as they do.
These children of ours
recreate us.
obviously written years ago.... things change. though their names are still written on our hearts....
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