Because I have loved one child, I know I've loved them all;
Caressed their smoother cheeks, from whence bright crystals fall.
Caught infectious joy of laughter, from their little sea-shell teeth,
Clinging tightly to our hours; for growing up's a thief.
Because I've known one child's heart, I've known the heart of each;
How their spirits open wide, to magnify their reach.
The world's a meeker, gentler place, translated through their kind;
A fragile cache of precious gifts, wrapped in the human mind.
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