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my children of eight
my children of eight:
i think of them all, from the moment i awake, until the moment i fall asleep at midnight late:
from the moment, that each was born:
i vowed, to protect and serve them through every life storm:
my life has been enriched, with blessings of children of eight:
i have felt so much overwhelming happiness and joy from all of my children, great:
as every father can voucher for:
when your children grow up and mature, the challenges of fatherhood,become, challenging, and demanding,so much more:
its not as easy as it once was when they were young, and daddy was your name:
the admiration, and great love, in your heart will always remain:
i remember when i came home from a long day, away from work, all day. and night:
i would feel so exhausted, but my children, would bring to me such great delight:
the way that a child looks at there, straight to there heart:
those memories stay with me, and never can depart:
i loved when i could buy, the kids a new pair of shoe:
they just loved the smell of a shoe brand new:
or the time, that they got a brand new bike, on Christmas day:
thank you daddy. thank you daddy, so excitingly, over and over i heard them say:
stopping at the ice cream store,ordering ice cream treats, when it was one hundred degrees in the desert sun:
the kids would eat there ice cream, so happily, then to the park we would go, and id push them on the swings and watch them have such fun:
i have enjoyed each and every moment with my children of eight:
as a father they have made me feel so outstanding and great:
it takes its toll on a dad:
when your children grow up and go out on there own, and under your roof, and rules, no more are they that, respectful, lassie, or little lad:
kids grow up, and there friends become more important, to them,thats a hard fact:
if you let them know, you dont approve of there friends, you will feel there rejection, and full attack:
as a father that is what hurts the worse, what i wish to forget, is the memories, heated arguments, with words of harsh curse:
like day and night, your sweet, innocent children, can change and turn around to another person, and change and traverse:
my children of eight:
when they were young, and fun, i was there father, they all made me feel, so absolutely great:
but now from ages of thirty seven--to twenty three,i have flt from them all, each and every one, great love, and hate:
to all of the fathers out there in the world, with a family of children young;
enjoy, your life, create, memories of being together, simply, go to the park, enjoy ice cream together, laugh and play, create life long memories, have great fun:
when the kids learn about drugs, and alcohol, and the birds and the bees:
as a father you will be out in the woods alone, talking to the trees:
as my mother once told me, son never give up on your children, because they will all comeback to you:
again, the gray skies, covered with stormy clouds will turn back to beautiful blue:
by: john d. jungers:
04--june--2015:
i think of them all, from the moment i awake, until the moment i fall asleep at midnight late:
from the moment, that each was born:
i vowed, to protect and serve them through every life storm:
my life has been enriched, with blessings of children of eight:
i have felt so much overwhelming happiness and joy from all of my children, great:
as every father can voucher for:
when your children grow up and mature, the challenges of fatherhood,become, challenging, and demanding,so much more:
its not as easy as it once was when they were young, and daddy was your name:
the admiration, and great love, in your heart will always remain:
i remember when i came home from a long day, away from work, all day. and night:
i would feel so exhausted, but my children, would bring to me such great delight:
the way that a child looks at there, straight to there heart:
those memories stay with me, and never can depart:
i loved when i could buy, the kids a new pair of shoe:
they just loved the smell of a shoe brand new:
or the time, that they got a brand new bike, on Christmas day:
thank you daddy. thank you daddy, so excitingly, over and over i heard them say:
stopping at the ice cream store,ordering ice cream treats, when it was one hundred degrees in the desert sun:
the kids would eat there ice cream, so happily, then to the park we would go, and id push them on the swings and watch them have such fun:
i have enjoyed each and every moment with my children of eight:
as a father they have made me feel so outstanding and great:
it takes its toll on a dad:
when your children grow up and go out on there own, and under your roof, and rules, no more are they that, respectful, lassie, or little lad:
kids grow up, and there friends become more important, to them,thats a hard fact:
if you let them know, you dont approve of there friends, you will feel there rejection, and full attack:
as a father that is what hurts the worse, what i wish to forget, is the memories, heated arguments, with words of harsh curse:
like day and night, your sweet, innocent children, can change and turn around to another person, and change and traverse:
my children of eight:
when they were young, and fun, i was there father, they all made me feel, so absolutely great:
but now from ages of thirty seven--to twenty three,i have flt from them all, each and every one, great love, and hate:
to all of the fathers out there in the world, with a family of children young;
enjoy, your life, create, memories of being together, simply, go to the park, enjoy ice cream together, laugh and play, create life long memories, have great fun:
when the kids learn about drugs, and alcohol, and the birds and the bees:
as a father you will be out in the woods alone, talking to the trees:
as my mother once told me, son never give up on your children, because they will all comeback to you:
again, the gray skies, covered with stormy clouds will turn back to beautiful blue:
by: john d. jungers:
04--june--2015:
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my children of eight
my children of eight