The Family
The family is like a book.
The children are the leaves
The parents are the cover
that protecting beauty gives.
At first the pages of the book
Are blank and purely fair,
But time soon writeth memories
And painteth pictures there.
Love is the little golden clasp
That bindeth up the trust;
Oh, break it not, lest all the leaves
Should scatter and be lost!
Author Unknown
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