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For My Childrenby Paula Foster Stallworth, Florida State PrisonI've picked you up when you've fallen, brushed off your skinned knees and kissed your owies. I've held you after your nightmares, checked under your bed, in your closets for the boogie man. I've watched you grow, seen you stumble Only to catch yourself time and time again. I've watched you sit on the sidelines, when you've really wanted to play. I've watched you fight back tears when some idiot told you, "big boys don't cry!" during all these times I've had to stand by, helpless to change the reality of your life. "Why?" you ask ... because it's all a Bittersweet Dream! Always have loved you and Always will - Your birth mother Last updated January 5, 2004 01:02 PM |
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