My childrens' lives unfold before my loving eyes,
Futures filled with hope and promise and endless sunny skies.
And while my heart is filled with joy, watching what is yet to come,
The other half is filled with another mother's love.
Thinking of a mother who once held these dreams for me,
Who looked on me with hope and joy and pondered who I'd be.
A mother who's world is changing with the dawn of each new day,
A mother who's fear is palpable in every single way.
The cycle of life continues, though at times difficult to bear,
And forward we must travel through the uncertainty and fear.
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