Angel's Craft
MY UNIQUE CHILDREN
My
children are unique individuals and should be recognized for their differences.
My
daughter is twenty years old and stand five feet two inches after being
stretched for a twenty-four hour period, but Goliath, I mean my son, although
only eighteen is a huge strapping fellow at six foot two.
My
daughter weighs a mere one hundred pounds soaking wet, whereas my son is a
hefty two hundred and fifty pounds of muscular steel.
A
long narrow rough brick shape would describe my son's face, but my daughter's
is like a soft delicate plum.
When
a fierce storm blows in and the sky is blue grey it perfectly matches my son's
eye colour. My daughter's eyes however are a muted brown-green.
My
daughter's touch is like a mother caressing her newborn baby, but my son's
touch is a charging bull in a rage.
Mrs.
Clean could be my daughter's nickname. My son would just leave the cleaning to
others.
Small
succulent morsels are what my daughter puts in her mouth, but not my son. He
sits down and inhales once and his plate is clean.
She
'fluffs' once and excuses herself apologizing for the slip up. My son lets it
rip and cleans the room of any living organism, just like dear old dad.
My
children are different and I love them just the way they are.
Written
by Bonnie
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