My Precious

I want to watch them grow,
Like flowers in my garden
Dotingly planted in a row.
I want to hear their laughter,
As they scream with delight
And call my name in surrender.

I want to feel their arms around me,
While I smother them with kisses
Buried in my embrace so lovingly.

Blood of my blood,
Like their mother, my sister,
I love…


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