If I could change the childhood for the children sent to me,
What could I have done to brighten the world that they see,
Mountaintops, continents, cities, wars, hunger, or pain,
Like a rubik’s cube that changes again and again,
until all parts turn with all four sides the same,
my children are my gifts, as they adjust as they grow and change
For lessons they learned, personalities that twinkle like a star
For my children I love, always, unconditionally, just as they are.