This is a poem written by a mother who is thankful to God for giving her the chance to raise children and watch them grow. She relates how she watches them run and play with no fears or pain. She realizes that pure innocence lies in the freedom to be a child and enjoy life for what it is.
The wind in the willows
A smile on my face
I am glad to be
Of the human race.
My children run by
With their faces aglow
They’re happy and free
With what little they know.
Innocence so pure
Pureness so fine
I’m glad that these children
Are simply divine.
With God’s help I know
That my children will be
Remarkable creatures
For the world to all see.
So now I pray
That He’ll give me the strength
To help them to grow
To go the whole length.
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