this is my mums favorite poem because it talks
about how important are children .

Your children are not your children .
They are the sons and daughters of life's longing for it self .
They come through you but not from you ,
and though they are with you yet they belong not to you .
You may give them your love but not your thoughts ,
for they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but their souls;
for their  souls dwell in the house of to-morrow, which
you cannot visit , not even in your dreams .
You may strive to be like them , but seek not to make them like  you .
For life goes not backwards nor tarries with yesterday .
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
           
                       
       BY VIVI