<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=347124" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Reflection Of Hope</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">They didn't grow inside of me<br>Next to my heart<br>But they have my genes<br>So they are my own</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Most of them hug me, giggle<br>Clamor for attention<br>Beg for stories, except treats<br>want to sing and sleepover</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In their world i built tradition<br>I am thanksgiving and Christmas<br>A memory maker serving cookies with praise<br>Encouraging their ambition</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To them i am not slow but fashionable<br>A helper of homework who speaks strange words<br>They tell me i sound 'cool'<br>In their unstable world<br>I offer that rarely chance</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In them i see myself<br>Two have my turned up nose<br>Another my moodiness my laugh</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One has my passion for music<br>Still another my fascination of words<br>Some gather friends like flowers<br>A mirror of ME</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each one is a reflection of hope making rainbows<br>Where their own light shines</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In this complicated world<br>I look to them with pride<br>They look to me with trust<br>This cherished brood is my treasure<br>I call them precious<br>THEY call me SISTER</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Anushka+Arora">Anushka Arora</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=347124" data-title="Reflection Of Hope de Anushka Arora" data-description="They didn't grow inside of me Next to my heart But they have my genes So they are my own Most of them hug me, giggle Clamor for attention Beg for stories, except treats want to sing and sleepover In their world i built tradition I am thanksgivin..."></div> </div> </div>

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