Your children are not your children They are the sons and daughters of life's longing They come through you but not from you And though they are with you yet they belong not to you
Giving
You give little when you give of your possessions It is when you give of yourself that you truly give
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked And the self same well from which your laughter rise Was often time filled with your tears
Certainly a great read, and highly recommended. Time to get it off the shelf.
