Poem -

My Core

Family is the core of my soul
I feel imperfect
Yet they adore me for reasons I can hardly believe
Honesty is all I have to give, and trust
So hard to allow due to crushed hearts I hide

The innocence of my children
Make my choices clear as a sunny day
My pain, isn't theirs to bear
It is only mine so I do what's right
There little hearts are too young to hurt
Because my anger is feeble compared to the
Beauty inside a childs love

It is there no matter your flaws
Your hurt, greeted by comforting hugs
Your anger melted with a tear from the worried heart
Your issues all just disappear as you see there eyes

They peer into your imperfections only to make them seem like strengths
You only see your worth when those eyes seek out your passion
As they grow your love grows with the times
Only to want to freeze there little innocent hearts from the pains of growing up

Thankfully I am blessed with a family of hearts
Hearts of gold that turn yours to titanium strengths
Strengths needed to help the grow
From babies to ladies and gentlemen
That treat love with respect and not fear

My family is strength
Respect
Love
Grace
Pain
Sorrow
Joy
And most important
The people who can humble my heart and strengthen me from with the deepest recesses of my soul

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Lucas Lazar

A brilliant composition extolling the gifts and graces of the family, a poem which contrasts with the materialistic where reality for many thousands of people, family goes behind the success or money, we spent behind a dream life and looking for happiness, but happiness lies in small, simple, everyday things in our surroundings.

A woman or a man who loves and respects their parents, grandparents or siblings not may respect not never love anyone, not even to their children.

A family without respect, love and joy can never exceed the tragedies that mark the existence, a family with hate is actually... Psychiatric meat.

Alicia Says:

"Afortunadamente estoy bendecida con una familia formada por corazones de oro que junto al tuyo adquieren la fuerza del titanio, con la fortaleza necesaria para ayudar al crecimiento, desde bebés hasta cuando sean hombres y mujeres tratados con amor y con respeto, no con miedo. Mi familia es la fuerza, la gracia, el amor, el dolor y el respeto, y lo que es aún más importante, mi familia es esa gente que puede humillar mi corazón o consolidar mi amor hasta en los recovecos más profundos de mi alma"

Greetings, congratulations on the composition and are welcome to COSMOFUNNEL.

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Bradford

Hey Alicia a family with love hugs and respect for one another is what it is all about. Cheers hrl :) 

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Lucas Lazar

I agree with HardrockLover, hugs, kisses, love and respect is normal among relatives, but unfortunately the reality shows us a few family pictures far from love and respect, the Scriptures talk about it on many occasions, from Cain to the criminal Joseph's brothers, passing through the envious brother of the prodigal son.

A family without love and respect makes a comfortable home in a hell which condemns children to serious mental pathologies.

A greeting.

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Alicia Richmond

Lucas you are right about the evils that some familys have. I think I was trying to portray my protection from that in this poem because I have grown up dysfunctional and want my little innocent kiddos never to feel what I have. So I keep it and portray strength when I sometimes don't understand why I have been blessed as I have. :)

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