For my children.
You are like the autumn, full of colour,
and your many different colours let you glow.
You have so many parts that go to make you,
and a stream of strengths that lift you when you're low.
As children of the earth, you're independent,
but if you hurt it's me you come to first.
How I long to keep you close beside me
but I cannot for your spirits would be crushed.
Save a thought for me when you are flying
and remember that I need you too, so much.
Trust that you will hold my love forever
even when my bones have turned to dust.
poem by Ruth Walters
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