How many times I sat each day,
And watched my little children play.
They had all kinds of hopes and dreams,
The world was theirs or so it seamed.
We gave them everything that we could,
But they did not have the things they thought they should.
Money was one thing we did not have,
But they had the love of their Mom and Dad.
Now Children of their own they now have,
I hope their dreams are good and never bad.
I set and watch my Grandkids play,
Knowing they will have children of their own someday.
My hopes for them as they grow,
Is that they find more love then they will ever know.


Geraldine Taylor!
9/3/02

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