children
Christmas is the feast of children
God was born on earth
like a baby,
our most beautiful time of life!
we love to Mom and Dad,
We are discovering the world
in everyday things,
it's wonderful to be our children,
purity
innocence
simplicity,
pleasant and unforgettable moments,
that we will remember for a lifetime.
But not for all children
in the world of children are tortured,
raped,
victims of pedophiles,
abused by their parents.
I was lucky,
I had, the sister of my mother
a nun who was a Franciscan tertiary,
she taught me how to pray,
the love of nature,
love for simple things.
She is blessed for ever.(DANIELACESTA@COPYRIGHT2012)
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