Babes In these moments my heart may swell. The hardest hour melts away, I turn to them as laughter peels like the church bell. In paradise two cherubs are missing. Their golden locks shine in sunlight, With rounded cheeks for kissing. A tiny glance from behind yonder tree, in such simple innocence there can be no malice, No spite or impurity. They see tiredness and waning patience. They see your ability to soldier on, feigning exuberance. And at the end of your tether, they see the tears behind their tired own. With a slight approach little starfish reach out and clamber upon your knee. My babes in arms - they came to me.
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