Children Poems

Between the dark and the daylight,
  When the night is beginning to lower,
Comes a pause in the day's occupations,
That is known as the Children's Hour.

I hear in the chamber above me
  The patter of little feet,
The sound of a door that is opened,
  And voices soft and sweet.

From my study I see in the lamplight,
  Descending the broad hall stair,
Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra,
  And Edith with golden hair.

A whisper, and then a silence:
  Yet I know by their merry eyes
They are plotting and planning together
  To take me by surprise.

A sudden rush from the stairway,
  A sudden raid from the hall!
By three doors left unguarded
  They enter my castle wall!

They climb up into my turret
  O'er the arms and back of my chair;
If I try to escape, they surround me;
  They seem to be everywhere.

They almost devour me with kisses,
  Their arms about me entwine,
Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen
  In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine!

Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti,
  Because you have scaled the wall,
Such an old mustache as I am
  Is not a match for you all!

I have you fast in my fortress,
  And will not let you depart,
But put you down into the dungeon
  In the round-tower of my heart.

And there will I keep you forever,
  Yes, forever and a day,
Till the walls shall crumble to ruin,
  And moulder in dust away!

Most every night when they're in bed,
And both their little prayers have said,
They shout for me to come upstairs
And tell them tales of gypsies bold,
And eagles with the claws that hold
A baby's weight, and fairy sprites
That roam the woods on starry nights.

And I must illustrate these tales,
Must imitate the northern gales
That toss the native man's canoe,
And show the way he paddles, too.
If in the story comes a bear,
I have to pause and sniff the air
And show the way he climbs the trees
To steal the honey from the bees.

And then I buzz like angry bees
And sting him on his nose and knees
And howl in pain, till mother cries:
"That pair will never shut their eyes,
While all that noise up there you make;
You're simply keeping them awake."
And then they whisper: "Just one more,"
And once again I'm forced to roar.

New stories every night they ask.
And that is not an easy task;
I have to be so many things,
The frog that croaks, the lark that sings,
The cunning fox, the frightened hen;
But just last night they stumped me, when
They wanted me to twist and squirm
And imitate an angle worm.

At last they tumble off to sleep,
And softly from their room I creep
And brush and comb the shock of hair
I tossed about to be a bear.
Then mother says: "Well, I should say
You're just as much a child as they."
But you can bet I'll not resign
That story telling job of mine.

When you see a smiling face,
Their happiness all over the place,
Singing, laughing, cries of glee,
Come, they say, play with me.
The slide, the swing, the monkey bars,
Look at them close to see who they are.
Lots of races, Ready, Set, Go.
This is how the children grow.

If you watch them every day,
You'll see they learn as they play.
They'll do what they see and say what they hear.
You're their teacher throughout the years.
Their ideas and thoughts in their eyes shine.
Imagination is a glimpse of their mind.
When you're not looking, don't you know
This is when the children grow.

Watch them as they learn to walk,
Listen to them when they talk.
Keep them safe, away from harm,
Wrap them gently within your arms.
Teach them to share and how to take turns.
Set good examples from which they will learn,
At home, at school, wherever they go.
This is where the children grow.

What can you give to one small girl?
A diamond ring, a baton to twirl?
A pretty pink dress with lots of bows,
or dainty sandals that show her toes?
A walk in the woods, a romp in the park,
a shopping trip from dusk till dark?
A shiny new bike, a kitten for a pet?
No, there's still time for such things,
yet...
Give her a day of her very own.
Just one small girl and her Dad alone.
Give her the gift that only you can,
the companionship of her old man.
Games are outgrown and toys decay,
but she'll never forget
if you give her a day.

This child of mine you stare at so,
Please come closer so you will know
Just who my child is and what I see
when those sweet eyes stare back at me
I see no limits to my child's life
Although I know
It will be filled with strife,
I'm hoping that doors will open each day
I'm praying that kindness
will come his way
You look frightened?
You tremble with fear?
Come, come closer
touch him my dear
Touch his cheek so soft
so sweet
Be one of those people
he needs to meet
Someone who will look
and hopefully see
The skill, the talent
The ability
Please come closer
You don't have to speak
Come a little closer
Just touch his cheek
And when you do
you will see
this sweet, sweet child
is no different
than you or me

Let kids be kids; just let them be
Princesses, pirates; let the bath be the sea!

Let them stare at the sky and find animals in the clouds.
Let them dance in the rain and sing out loud.

Let them dream really big and wish upon a star.
Let them feel the wind in their hair from the window of a car.

Smell their dandelion bouquet like it's your favorite flower,
For they will grow up in what seems like just an hour.

Tell them bedtime stories each and every night.
Let them sleep in the middle when they awake with fright.

Shield them from evil and keep them from danger,
But teach them of acts of kindness for complete strangers.

Don't hurry them, overschedule them, and make them feel lost,
For if this happens it will be you who will pay the cost!

Let them build castles, do cartwheels, and find shells in the sand.
If they need a little help, then please give them a hand!

Let them walk barefoot and the grass tickle their feet,
For it's the small things in life that will make them feel complete!

Let them make couch cushion forts and sleep in a tent,
For this is the way childhood was meant to be spent!

Let them bring you breakfast in bed, let them burn your toast.
Someday it will be times like this you will miss the most.

Teach them how to serve others and be a good friend.
If you teach all these things, their love will have no end.

Teach them in life, not everyone will win.
And when they lose they need to accept with a grin.

It's not about the money you have and the things you have bought.
Life is all about lessons that parents have taught!

So let kids be kids, just let them be.
And our world will be a better place for you and for me!

Sticky fingers, tangled hair,
scattered crayons everywhere.
Fancy artwork on the wall
drawn by little ones three feet tall.
Tell me why and tell me how.
That was mine, I want it NOW!
Fix my bike. Buy me gum.
If you have it, I want some.
Dirty faces, grass-stained knees,
learning words like pretty please.
Endless hugs and goofy wet kisses,
learning respect with 'Mr.' & 'Mrs.'
Scraped-up hands from falling down.
Tender tugs - - on my night gown.
Need more paper for Santa's letter?
I wasn't so bad, but I've been better.
Watching a movie again and again.
Mommy, please put the tape back in.
Messy fingers, hair gone wild,
all in the life of a precious child!

I see you looking at your children,
Wondering what their lives will be.
If you verify some answers
Then their future you might see.

Have you taught them to be truthful?
Have you taught them to be kind?
Have you given them the wisdom
Needed to be color blind?

Have you taught them to be caring
For those handicapped some way?
Do you read to them at bedtime?
Have you taught them how to pray?

Have you taken time to tell them
What a miracle life is?
How to be aware of nature,
Share the beauty that it gives?

Have you taught them how important
It is to have respect for one another?
To be grateful, not be prideful
When good fortune you discover?

Do you let them know you love them
In a way that leaves no doubt,
So they know that is one thing
That they will never be without?

We like to think we've done our best.
Sometimes that's very true.
Can you say 'yes' to all my questions?
I will leave that up to you.

I hope your answer is affirmative,
For then I know that you will see
A future filled with happiness
Like it's supposed to be.

The day you were born,
you touched my soul.
You were the missing link
that made my life whole.

Those beautiful blue eyes
stare at me in awe,
gazing at the woman
who just became your mom.

As days turned to months,
and months turned to years,
I watched you grow,
Facing life's challenges and fighting your fears.

Now that you're grown,
you take that next step.
Those years gone by,
in my heart they're kept.

If you get lost along your way,
not sure what to do or what to say.
Know that I'm present in spirit and soul
with open arms and a hand for you always to hold.

A mother's heart is the key,
The key to success.
A mother's heart is a ribbon
That ties your future together.

A mother's heart is a meal
That satisfies your hunger.
A mother's heart is a crayon
That colors your life in rainbow.

A mother's heart is a song
That puts rhythm in your soul.
A mother's heart is a bracelet
That accessorizes your dreams.

A mother's heart is a book
That entertains your mind.
A mother's heart is an ocean
That waves as you go by.

A father's heart is a pillow
That you can rest on.
A father's heart is a pill
That cures your illness.

A father's heart is a tissue
That wipes your tears.
A father's heart is muscles
That pick you up.

A father's heart is clothes
That you wear to cover.
A father's heart is money
That brings food to the table.

A father's heart is a pencil
That writes down your plans.
A father's heart is love
That you fall in love with.

When the voices of children are heard on the green,
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast,
And everything else is still.

'Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,
And the dews of night arise;
Come, come leave off play, and let us away
Till the morning appears in the skies.'

'No, no, let us play, for it is yet day,
And we cannot go to sleep;
Besides, in the sky the little birds fly,
And the hills are all cover'd with sheep.'

'Well, well, go and play till the light fades away,
And then go home to bed.'
The little ones leapèd, and shoutèd, and laugh'd
And all the hills echoèd.

I write this letter to my unborn child from the depths of my soul.
You've entered my womb and made my life complete and whole.
I never thought I would be chosen for such an awesome task.
It is a greater blessing than what I ever could ask.
I can almost imagine you in my mind.
Beautiful, happy, bouncing, flashing a smile so kind.
Feeling you flutter is a sensation like no other.
It does wonders for the joy of this soon-to-be-mother!
You create a glow in me I never knew I would see.
It is true happiness that sets me on cloud nine, manifested deep inside of me!
You're my baby, my child, my heart, and my wonder.
I pray we create a bond that no one can put asunder.
You're a designer's original! A creation from the King!
I can hardly wait for you to enter the world and see the joy you bring.
Sweet baby of mine, you're a magnificent gift from above.
Living proof of how your father and I have shared our love.
I hope you have your father's eyes.
Then you will go into the world able to look at all things wise.
I hope you inherit my ability to plan.
With that you will be able to face all things in life as a strong woman or man.
I hope you receive from your father his selfless ways.
For this the Heavenly Father will bless you, as he did him, all of your days.
I hope you learn from my spirit and let no one take it.
Believe me, you will need it in life, and many will try to break it.
But with that spirit you must have your father's center.
With that you will be cautious of any door you enter.
I want you to have my curiosity. 
There's nothing wrong with questions you may blurt!
But receive your father's discernment,
So you'll know when to let go before getting hurt.
Have my big heart; know what emotions are and how to be real.
Share your father's strength so you can handle what you feel.
Share my sense of humor! Laugh a lot; it helps you through life.
Share your father's sense of duty. Know how to be serious and take strife.
I'm emotional, so I tell you it's okay to blubber once in a while like your Mom.
But learn to develop what your father has, an excellent sense of calm.
But most of all the things, I wish for your father and I to share.
I wish we teach you to love, respect, strength of mind, and to care.
These are my feelings, wishes, and hopes for you. 
You make my heart and soul sing!
I welcome you to the world and thank you for the joy,
My little queen or king.

Our children are here to stay
But our babies are not, I'm sorry to say
They grow and learn every day
In the most remarkable and intriguing way

We watch and admire our babies so young
Hoping someday they will go to be strong
Wisdom and integrity are a hopeful thought, too
Their brilliance is amazing, that much is true

Now they are in school and you don't know what to do
The house is so unnaturally quite and subdued
You try to keep busy, a hobby of some sort
But it doesn't quite fill the missing sound of children playing, of course

Off to college and all grown up, how could this be?
Just yesterday it seemed they were three
You can't wait to watch them grow
Then the day comes when you watch them go

Cherish the little moments so tender and sweet
They grow so quickly you can barely speak
But remember this, as I reassure you with a tear in my eye
Babies are your children and your children will never say 'Goodbye'

As you watch a Great-Great-Grandmother holding that lil' one
You are astonished by the miracle that's been done

-Crystal Kaylynn Acerrio

I received a gift on that faithful day
Of which I know I could never repay,
Just as God came down to say
He just gave one of his Angels away.

Little did I know, the test this would be
To prove to him and make him see,
That this angel was my destiny
Of that I'm sure a guarantee.

To hold her forever and never stray
To be there to comfort her pain away,
To see her through even the roughest of days
And teach her to be stronger along the way.

I was told one day, from a friend of mine
That God just gave me the gift of time!
Confused, I asked him to define?
And what he said never left my mind...

He said to watch her as she sleeps
It was then it became so plain to see,
How TIME STANDS STILL when she is next to me
Whether in my arms, or in my dreams.

Now watching each day as you grow
The changing of features from head to toe,
The smiles and giggles that make you glow
And the way you let your spirit show.

So, I'll make a promise to you now
To raise you the best that I know how,
To teach you to always be confident and proud
So that you always stand out above the crowd!