Two people
A woman and a man.
One vision
Create what they can.
Three people
One dependent on the others.
One vision
Many sleepless nights together.
One home
A happy trio see.
One vision
A happy family.
Three people
Soon to be four!
One vision
Joy galore!
Four people
A disgruntled father leaves.
One vision
A sobbing mother grieves.
Three people
Surviving on their own.
One vision
Work your way home.
Three people
Mother meets a stranger.
One vision
Lust presents no danger.
Four people
Another joins the throng.
One vision
Family sings a happy song.
Five people
And as the story goes,
One vision
The family grows.
Eight people
Each unique in their own way.
One vision
Only one has a say.
Seven people
Children have personalities.
One vision
The other person disagrees.
Seven people
The one is still gone.
One vision
The children grow strong.
Eight people
Displaced and unwanted.
One vision
Mother's heart is haunted.
Eight people
Seemingly alone.
One vision
A lack children have never known.
Eight people
Moving far away.
One vision
One doesn't wish to stay.
Seven people
On her own once more
One vision
Education she implores.
Seven people
Off on their own.
One vision
Oh how they've grown.
Seven people
Eternally connected by one thread,
One vision,
Yet different paths they tread.
Seven people
Seven hearts beating as one,
One vision
Until life is done.
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