I spend so many hours,
my sweet babes,
wishing I could lift for you.
If only I would remember
that the path of the butterfly
is never a straight one.
That there are dips and turns in life,
and times of complete stillness, too.
May this be a reminder.
That my love for you is the constant.
Precious and true
in high flight
and in low.
And that, my darlings,
is the sweetest of all knowings.

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