Children are a gift of life—
They run,
Laugh,
Play—
Showers or shine,
They are ready,
Ready to love,
And be loved,
Without restraint
They are a gift—
Like any other gift,
They aren’t always accepted,
Some—
Are even returned
Some refuse the gift,
Love,
And life of a child—
A gift returned,
Unrestrained love,
Remains unknown—
They say it wasn’t a child,
A life,
Or even a gift
