Poem August 9, 1969 Issue

WHEN THEY GROW UP

Margaret Bell

Father-Mother,
I leave my daughter to your care;
she's yours.
And my son too;
he's yours.
What shall I do now that I'm free
from this responsibility?
"Not my will, but thine, be done,"
for I'm yours too. Lead me!

Margaret Bell

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