Sappy Poem for the Kids

Daughter of my soul

Son of my heart

Your manifestation is in truth but a part

Of the surging humanity, passion and art

That shines from and saturates each of these bone temples and cages of flesh

Which is after all only built of star dust and spit

Little lights, shining bright

Sprung of me

My blessed right

To hold a while your little hands

To bask a while in your echoing smiles

I must take aim and with love fling you forwards

That I may hope in some small way to direct the orbit of your radiance


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