BEFORE THE DAWN

BEFORE THE DAWN

I often watch my children sleep

in the hours before the dawn

and marvel at a love so deep,

the gift that they were born.

And as my mind tires at last

when they begin to wake,

I see the scenes of our past,

all the beauty that they make.

So fate can’t ever break me

and hardship I’d ever repeat.

For it matters not what will be,

with them my life’s complete.

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