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Tractor Red 15: Grow
Author: Kat
Title: Grow
Story: In The Heart
Colors: Tractor red 15 (let the crops and children grow) with Nikki's paint-by-numbers (Moments between Gail and her children as they grow up.).
Supplies and Materials: Pastels (growing up), frame (Summer's grown up).
Word Count: 106
Rating: G.
Summary: Gail on her children.
Warnings: none.
Notes: I wanted to write a sonnet.
Some things don't change, eternal as the night
Velvety black, and sprinkled o'er with stars
Some things don't stay, as morning's shifting light
Plays o'er the city, striking sparks off cars.
So the children, rising suns, do grow
From babyhood, sweet-smelling, chubby, warm
To childhood, skinned knees, lessons to know
To teenagers, confused as they transform.
And then adults, my children, every one--
My daughter, loved and loving, fierce and strong;
My sweet, calm son, my son though not my son;
My youngest, brave and true, where she belongs.
Some things will change: children will always grow.
Some things won't change: my love will never go.
Title: Grow
Story: In The Heart
Colors: Tractor red 15 (let the crops and children grow) with Nikki's paint-by-numbers (Moments between Gail and her children as they grow up.).
Supplies and Materials: Pastels (growing up), frame (Summer's grown up).
Word Count: 106
Rating: G.
Summary: Gail on her children.
Warnings: none.
Notes: I wanted to write a sonnet.
Some things don't change, eternal as the night
Velvety black, and sprinkled o'er with stars
Some things don't stay, as morning's shifting light
Plays o'er the city, striking sparks off cars.
So the children, rising suns, do grow
From babyhood, sweet-smelling, chubby, warm
To childhood, skinned knees, lessons to know
To teenagers, confused as they transform.
And then adults, my children, every one--
My daughter, loved and loving, fierce and strong;
My sweet, calm son, my son though not my son;
My youngest, brave and true, where she belongs.
Some things will change: children will always grow.
Some things won't change: my love will never go.
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