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My next child had skin that came from out of the past
From histories mighty civilizations that did not last
But this child I will protect, love and nourish
To have the capacity of giving to others, so they also may flourish.
Each of my children are special and mean so much to me
For they are the future of our continuity given to us to see
This child will be like all the rest who came before
A member of our human family with the capacity to do more.
This child's contributions will be for others
Those who are its sisters and brothers
This singular gift will become as a Mother in her time
To love and protect and to say to each, "you are mine"
Mine for the moments and their future to insure
To stand before their God and ask this nation and her children be secure.
~A.H.O~
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