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Come to me in your summer time, when our laughter is as the daisies in the grass. Come to me in your winter time, when you feel as if ice freezes your heart and blood. For I am your shelter, your guardian, your forever home... always with an open door, the key always in your pocket, and a love that is always yours.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 20, 2018.
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My child is my child, boy or girl. My child holds my soul in their heart, and my heart is forever theirs. My child is free to live, to learn and love whom they love... for there is no rule that can contain such a sacred thing. My child has my support for always and my guidance should they every wish to ask. I would walk through the gates of hell to keep them safe and feel honoured to be given the chance, feeling only gratitude. For every child is a sacred gift, yours and mine. We show our creator our gratitude by loving them with every power we possess, letting them explore, be adventurous, take risks... yet standing by to catch them if they fall. Let a mother's love, and a father's too, be the platform from which our children fly into clear blue skies, ever thankful to be such.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 4, 2018.
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Let bonny flags find the ambient breeze. Let the sunshine come with full pride. Let the breeze speak of birthday cake icing and the dogs bounce in helicopter-wag. For when you come, my baby love, when we are together, there is happiness right to my marrow. It is then that my heart beats make sense, for every fourth one is yours. It is your unwritten name, the one long before you were born.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 14, 2024.
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Let my love be your quilt, each square a sweet pocket of memory. Let it wrap around you all your days as insulating armour. Let my love be in springtime buds and the petal hues. Let the summer’s heat remind you of our heart-flames. Even in the bare-branched season, when wind howls and sleet pelts, my hug is ever there. So pay no mind to the clock's tick, nor to the flicking calendar, love has full immunity to time.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, October 14, 2024.