turning the pages i flip
then flop
then thwHack a tight slap...
of coos and ahhs and the many sniffs
i sneered, then snuffed at the pages cold
the pictures don't flick...
though the heart did a flippity flop
it slinked, to slump my
shoulders slunk in a low bow...
not there in physical flesh
neither could i be in a flash
yet in spirit i whisper...
in silence to feel and to hope
of courage, compassion and love
to the terrors 1, 2 and 3...
we seek, we strive before to soar
way up the sky nigh high
will each of your destiny reach...
feel the pride, have my beaten soul
a little and all to firmly hold
salute my little terrors...
be bold! mama's peeking beyond graces fold.......
j.amyemeelea
ps: maybe some day, instead of your first days at school, i will have the pleasure of handing you each your convocation roll. it shall say 'permanent head damage' or PHD for short :D *bows* hopeful by then i won't be too old bwahahahaha...
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