Seven Children
Seven children, seemed unneeded,
Caught in fates sucking sound,
Running, moving, seldom settled,
Never planted on the ground.
Could it be that we were special,
Treasures each a priceless jewel,
Was our family just a school?
Yes, I believe families are special.
Within life dramas thus unfolds.
Although it passes our attention,
Through each part a storys told.
Listen close, the curtain is rising.
Once only a chance arrives.
Let’s remember this one statement.
Family only by love survives.
So we’ll press on in spite of turmoil,
Hurting or come what may,
Let’s hold firm onto each other,
Knowing it is worth the price we pay.
Without a doubt we all are precious,
Matchless no one can compare,
Forever we will be united and agree
Cause we were there.
Margarett Inez Bates
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