Saturday, April 12, 2014


Blossom, you little ones
multiply by the millions
in no time

Mother is nurturing you
with the glow of a thousand stars
with the desire of crashing waves
with love that is true

Father is waiting for you
to keep him awake at night
to surprise him with new discoveries
and a kiss every morning

Blossom, you little ones
come and play in the swings
until sunset.

Francisco J. Brenes

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