My children
Sleep peacefully through the night
Dream of mountains you will climb,
Songs you will sing,
Feats you will accomplish.
Know that you are loved
Know that you are important
Know that you are beautiful
Know in your heart that you were born from love
Know that you are you, no matter your shade
Know that you are unique in your own way
You can not be categorized
You are not just a color.
My children
Wake into a world of harmony
Hold hands with all the children
Whether they look like you or not.
Search for friends at the playground,
Not little faces that match yours.
Know what’s important is what you cannot see
Do not judge someone before having a conversation with them.
My children
Own this world
It is a gift to you
Do not be afraid of challenge
Challenge it back.
Do not be afraid of ignorance.
Educate the feeble minded.
My children
Know that you are defined by your mind.
Never try to just fit in.
You are so much better than average.
You are whoever you want to be.
And when someone has the nerve to ask “What are you?”
Smile at them and say...
“I am me- Beautiful, strong, one-of-a-kind me, and you can’t label me so don’t bother trying.”
Hi, Up until I read Andy's cooing love letter to Michelle five minutes ago, i did not know you were in the Den. But I do now!
I invite you to read my Bio and view my work, as I am doing with yours right now, and about that freakin comment, :):) dont worry, it will happen, when you least suspect it. You look lovely to me, as do your little ones.
I am from NZ originally, and as for Biracial, hehe, there is hardly a Kiwi family that hasnt been mixed with some darker blood. I am thankful for it, saved my hide the other day LOL, as I tan easier than some of my more lily white countrymen.
Love to you and yours and great to meet you
Ch'erie
( They are Beautiful )
A beautiful heart with a golden pen provides us with a splendid meaningful poem...May blessings be yours in all your endeavors,and may the children learn how special you are.
Lovely write -- my grandson is biracial -- mostly, though, he's just a boy we all love dearly. Leysa
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on December 22, 2003
Ah I can label you, perfect in all unconditional ways, the poem is as pretty as you, great write!!
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on December 22, 2003
Crystal this is so beautiful my keeper from you.. They are darling..... You are blessed....
Happy Holidays
and a prosperous New year
Lady peg
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Reviewed on December 22, 2003
All children are beautiful no matter what colour or creed.......this is a needful and loving write.......They are gorgeous.....you must be so proud......ty and Merry Christmas to you all.......Dani.
What beautiful little ones; God made us ALL In ALL shades; and he still loves ALL of us! (I have a niece, now grown, who is half black, half white, and she is GORGEOUS! And she married a Hispanic fellow, and they have two BEAUTIFUL little girls!) (((HUGS))) and much love, your Tx. friend, Karen Lynn. :D Lovely write! Merry Christmas to you and yours!
This is a gorgeous and touching write Crystal. Your little ones are beautiful. Your son with the sweater on, reminds me of myself. I have many roots in me and I love each one, makes me unique.
Beautiful expression of love from a loving mother to her precious children. Words I would have loved to hear when I was a child, times were harder for biracial children when I grew up. ~Z~
How very well said, Crystal: a beautiful message and lesson for your equally beautiful children. They are gorgeous! "Love is every shade of the rainbow, and yet no color at all." That says it all. ~~Bonnie Q
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on December 22, 2003
I LOVE this, so beautiful. Wonderful motherly advice for children of all God's perfect and varied shades.
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Absolutely precious. Babies are miracles: does it matter if they're mixed? I have nieces and great nieces who are mixed. They're great kids. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I invite you to read my Bio and view my work, as I am doing with yours right now, and about that freakin comment, :):) dont worry, it will happen, when you least suspect it. You look lovely to me, as do your little ones.
I am from NZ originally, and as for Biracial, hehe, there is hardly a Kiwi family that hasnt been mixed with some darker blood. I am thankful for it, saved my hide the other day LOL, as I tan easier than some of my more lily white countrymen.
Love to you and yours and great to meet you
Ch'erie
( They are Beautiful )
Happy Holidays
and a prosperous New year
Lady peg
Happy Holidays