They Are All My Children
Even though their names may escape me,
They are all my children.
Each and every one I recognize.
There is something expressive...
I can not deny.
Since that is not disguised.
They are all my children.
And from the time love was made to create them...
I am still so very proud,
To have assisted in their delivery.
And they all identify,
As being a part of me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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