To My Children Poem by Adrian Flett

The spread and the division of love
without its diminution but rather
its multiplication is only possible
in parents' love for their children.
A father's seeming detached, aloof
yields to a mother's organic link
and takes its place in proper order.
But with its semblance of detachment
it is no less in strength, nor is it so
because of the father's imperfections
and mistakes he makes.In me all's true
for I love you all much more today,
if that is possible, than when first
I saw you new arrived from the womb.