All My Children!

These are all my children.
Yet, not all of them are here.
One was college bound.
Another in her confusion choose
Simply to disappear.
Because of her ideas, she missed
this spectacular view,
And also the joys of being with family.
She selected as many do,
The trappings of temporary enjoyment,
Or was it her fear of confinement,
The demons that pushes us to be uninhibited?
but same hinder, causes us to feel defeated,
and our then phobias become true in life.



                                                          View of Manhattan, NY.

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