John's poems of...LIFE - LIVING &LOVE...JDJ
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MY CHILDREN, ALL OF EIGHT, JUST NEVER LEAVE MY MIND;
NO MATTER WHAT, NO MATTER WHEN, NO MATTER WHERE, NO MATTER HOW, THEY TREAT ME GOOD, BAD, LOVING CARING AND KIND:
FROM THE VERY MOMENT THAT I AWAKEN, THESE GROWN CHILDREN OF MINE, ARE WITH ME EACH AND EVERY BREATH THAT I TAKE:
EVERY LITTLE THING THAT I DO, EVERY MOVE THAT I MAKE:
THESE KIDS OF MINE, FROM MY HEART I CAN NEVER SHAKE:
YES I KNOW DISAPPOINTMENTS, AND MAJOR DRAMA FROM THEM ALL, I HAVE SURVIVED, AND AM SURVIVING AND I CONTINUE TO ENDURE:
BUT THERE IS NOTHING I WOULD NOT DO TO PROTECT MY CHILDREN FROM ANY HARM I KNOW FOR SURE:
AND I DO KNOW:
THAT MY KIDS ARE WITH ME EVERY PLACE THAT I GO:
I KNOW, THAT THEY ALL JUST WANT TO SEE ME, THERE DAD, AT HIS BEST:
THEY DONT WANT TO SEE ME ANY LESS:
MY CHILDREN OF EIGHT, ALL MY LIFE HAVE NEVER LEFT MY MIND:
THROUGH OUT ALL THESE YEARS, THE GROWING PAINS OF GOOD, BAD, AND UGLY THROUGH ALL THE TIMES, OF GOOD AND BAD, KIND OR UNKIND:
I AM THE FATHER OF EIGHT:
AND I AM HERE STANDING MY GROUND, AS A DAD, AND WILL ALWAYS BE HERE FOR THESE KIDS SOONER THAN LATE:
THROUGH ALL THESE YEARS:
THERE HAS BEEN MANY GROWING PAINS, MANY UPS AND DOWNS, MANY FALLING OUTS, SO MUCH DRAMA, SO MUCH TURMOIL, UNREST, AND ARGUMENTS, DISAGREEMENTS, MISUNDERSTANDINGS, LAUGHTER HURT AND TEARS:
ALL MY CHILDREN OF EIGHT, NEVER LEAVE MY MIND:
EVERY BREARH OF MY LIFE, THEY ARE IN MY HEART I FIND:
BY: JOHN D. JUNGERS:
13--AUGUST--2015:
NO MATTER WHAT, NO MATTER WHEN, NO MATTER WHERE, NO MATTER HOW, THEY TREAT ME GOOD, BAD, LOVING CARING AND KIND:
FROM THE VERY MOMENT THAT I AWAKEN, THESE GROWN CHILDREN OF MINE, ARE WITH ME EACH AND EVERY BREATH THAT I TAKE:
EVERY LITTLE THING THAT I DO, EVERY MOVE THAT I MAKE:
THESE KIDS OF MINE, FROM MY HEART I CAN NEVER SHAKE:
YES I KNOW DISAPPOINTMENTS, AND MAJOR DRAMA FROM THEM ALL, I HAVE SURVIVED, AND AM SURVIVING AND I CONTINUE TO ENDURE:
BUT THERE IS NOTHING I WOULD NOT DO TO PROTECT MY CHILDREN FROM ANY HARM I KNOW FOR SURE:
AND I DO KNOW:
THAT MY KIDS ARE WITH ME EVERY PLACE THAT I GO:
I KNOW, THAT THEY ALL JUST WANT TO SEE ME, THERE DAD, AT HIS BEST:
THEY DONT WANT TO SEE ME ANY LESS:
MY CHILDREN OF EIGHT, ALL MY LIFE HAVE NEVER LEFT MY MIND:
THROUGH OUT ALL THESE YEARS, THE GROWING PAINS OF GOOD, BAD, AND UGLY THROUGH ALL THE TIMES, OF GOOD AND BAD, KIND OR UNKIND:
I AM THE FATHER OF EIGHT:
AND I AM HERE STANDING MY GROUND, AS A DAD, AND WILL ALWAYS BE HERE FOR THESE KIDS SOONER THAN LATE:
THROUGH ALL THESE YEARS:
THERE HAS BEEN MANY GROWING PAINS, MANY UPS AND DOWNS, MANY FALLING OUTS, SO MUCH DRAMA, SO MUCH TURMOIL, UNREST, AND ARGUMENTS, DISAGREEMENTS, MISUNDERSTANDINGS, LAUGHTER HURT AND TEARS:
ALL MY CHILDREN OF EIGHT, NEVER LEAVE MY MIND:
EVERY BREARH OF MY LIFE, THEY ARE IN MY HEART I FIND:
BY: JOHN D. JUNGERS:
13--AUGUST--2015:
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MY CHILDREN OF EIGHT NEVER LEAVE MY MIND
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