Monday, December 15, 2014


To my children.

When that part of you which is perfect arrives, it is needy and helpless; your hearts desire, your dreams come true, love in perfect form. You nurture it with kindness and love. You mold it into something independent and strong. Nothing compares to the bond you feel. Nothing needs you more. Your perfect thing grows and expands and you are proud. Then day by day it's neediness is small but your love is great and you heart knows to encourage. But the place once filled with eagerness to help is replaced by days of emptiness. Then that which is perfect arrives in the life of your treasure and you are transcended to a new place, a new beginning to give your love, a child is born.

Written by Lisa Collier Clewis, December 15, 2014
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