Through my children's eyes
Through my children's eyes what wonders they do see,
that when they speak of their mother I'm surprised that it is me.
They speak of a super-woman that flies to and fro,
they love their time beside her and are sad when she must go.
They tell of a woman who's beauty has no pair,
this woman that they speak of is sweet, kind, and fair.
They speak of nightly lullabies sang in a voice that cause the angels to sigh.
And the magic kisses that heal them no matter why they cry.
They tell of gentle moments and hugs that stop all fears,
and the feelings that fill their hearts when her pride for them brings her to tears
This woman that they speak of is amazing as you can see,
and everyday I hear of her I forget that she is me.
Yes through my children's eyes I am seen as divine,
how would they feel to know one day how they are seen in mine.
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