To My Child
You are the trip I did not take, you are the pearls I could not buy,
You are my blue Italian lake, you are my piece of foreign sky.
You are my Honolulu moon, you are the book I did not write,
You are my heart's unuttered tune, you are a candle in my night.
You are the flower beneath the snow, in my dark sky a bit of blue,
Answering disappointment's blow with "I am happy! I have you!"
— Anne Campbell
3 comments:
What a great poem for mothers. Thanks for sharing!
I love this poem! Thanks for your comment on my blog. It is nice to meet you!
This is beautiful, I love it!
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