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Does it shine forth golden, that my daughter's locks be gold as they respond to my love?
Is it tainted with the hue of pink- the pink of my son's sleeping cheeks as he navigates the adventures of his dreams.
Is my love blue- steady ocean blue of the overcast sea. I see the depths of his eyes and YES only there do I find love blue.
Can love be black? In that loneliest moment when the days roar has subsided, my love of the healing darkness and quiet is black.
I receive love from my mother, and to her only child that love gleams opalescent. I value her love beyond all riches.
She will give me the strength to lift my pink-touched boy and my golden haired daughter above the ordinary and set them on the pedestal love makes for them and as sweet innocence demands.
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