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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=366014" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To My 7 Children</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you were young, as I recall, <br>I watched you grow, I watched you crawl, <br>You took your first few steps with me<br>And I was your security.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Though never rich, we plodded through<br>And loved each other, me and you, <br>We made do with the things we'd got<br>Though they were few, we'd not a lot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A roof, good clothes, and you were fed, <br>You had warm blankets, and a bed, <br>While I did all that I could do<br>To keep you, and your mothers, too.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I worked and studied, called away<br>To try improve things, day by day, <br>But one by one your mothers left<br>And took you too, I was bereft.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I couldn't keep a wife, it seemed<br>They wanted more than I could scheme, <br>And so I paid the price in loss, <br>My children, left to count the cost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I stuck with you, thick and thin<br>I picked you up at each weekend, <br>I gave you all the love I had<br>And cried at night, when things were bad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Those nights of empty cupboards, bare<br>With pockets full of plain, fresh air, <br>We'd cook up damper in the pan<br>And top it off with strawberry jam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We'd play our games, sit in the gloom<br>Tell ghostly stories in our room, <br>Jump out in shadows, squeal in fright<br>And laugh and laugh 'til past midnight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But you have grown, and judge me now<br>Say that I didn't care, somehow, <br>You never saw me when you slept<br>The nights that I just sat and wept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I did my best, but now you say<br>That I lost touch along the way, <br>You moved, where I could not forsee<br>Both interstate, and overseas.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So now I'm just that sad old man<br>You left to shift, as best I can, <br>And though you still sit in my heart<br>The scars you left, tear me apart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">17 March 2009</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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You took your first few steps with me
And I was your security.

Though never rich, we plodded through
And loved each other, me and you, 
We made do with the things we'd g..."></div>
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