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I fear falling down
tripping
dropping my possessions
bruising my ego
being embarrassed
looked upon as
stupid and incapable
alone with my failures
I find no faith
a child wrapped in years
of experience
still learning
wanting praise
a hand to hold
and words to comfort
then, caught in life's cycle
I conjure faith,
but not for me
I hold out my hand
and tell my son
“we all fall, and
then get up.”
kiss the knee
rub away the hurt
hold and hug
dispel the fear
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How can anyone watch the evening news and
go on thinking happy thoughts?
Raising children is scary in a world filled
with Columbine shootings and terrorists out to slaughter Americans
of any age. Getting by seems to take a little faith.
All alone, it can be hard to have faith in
the future. Sometimes, we need our kids to fill the voids.
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