Child of my heart, born of my blood,
When you are hurt, I feel pain.
No matter how far from home you roam,
When thunder you hear, I smell rain.
Though the winds may howl, and the trees may bend,
Or the rivers rage and flood,
No matter how far apart we be, you are always the
Child of my blood.
Kathi Legg said:
love this one too
Thanks, Kathi. I wrote that little poem in ’96 when my younger daughter had left for college away from home. She’s the one who is in Malaysia now, so it still applies.