children and innocence
there was no sassing I reminisce yesterday's actions the compassion of population intergration became beautiful in creation that sweet serenity, the fear of God and his divinity when man headed his household arms were rarely at a fold he knew his obligation and role respects his wife duties as a whole a love of true maturation kind with patience adolescents raised with revere and clear discretion I crave the old fashioned ways those days are exceedingly missed when simplicity and God was bliss