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,
Children Poems - Page 5
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Most every night when they're in bed,Featured Shared Story
What a delight to picture the scene this poem frames. A family whose children are cherished and parents mature in their love. Thank you for posting.
A Mother's Determination For Joy Despite Stress
Twenty-four hours on a clock's face,
From sun up past sun down -- a rapid race.
The day begins with tickling the sleepy head,Featured Shared Story
This is beautiful. I do remember how hectic is was raising 3 children with a husband that traveled for business.
Now I'm a Grandmother and I wish for those hectic days with little children,...
I came in from work; my little man met me at the door.
Keep in mind, I'm up there in age and he is only four.
This morning I sat and listened to him laugh in his sleep.
I'm so proud; my joy often makes me weep.Featured Shared Story
This story got to me because I raise three boys by myself and them are and was always my little men. I used to think about the three Musketeers. They are grown and two of my sons have little...
Poem About Loving Everything About A Child
Children are special
And you are the most
From your grimy fingers
To your boogery nose...Featured Shared Story
This month on the 20th it was 2 yrs that my oldest daughter passed away... It has been hard for me to post this because of the feeling deep down inside of me... She was a special needs child,...
Poem About Growing Up And Becoming A Parent
As you grow up, the view will start to change.
The embrace of the first morning's light,
Running for hours beneath the blue.
All of it seems to be there just for you.Featured Shared Story
I love the allegory and the almost sadness of it, until you see that there's hope. The life cycle is harsh, but it gives you hope and beauty. Thank you!
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