21. My Babbling Heart
Giggles, squeals and ticklish heels.
Tantrums, sighs and watery eyes.
A big gummy grin and wet sloppy kiss,
A frustrated grumble and clenched little fists.
Giggles, squeals and ticklish heels.
Tantrums, sighs and watery eyes.
A big gummy grin and wet sloppy kiss,
A frustrated grumble and clenched little fists.
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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
Yes it has very much so because I lost my 17 year old baby in march 2009 and it was like losing my heart and soul, my own life.
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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.
Wow what a beautiful poem. I already have a son with my ex hubby and things have been an uphill battle for us since me and his dad separated. He wrote us off and left me to fend for our...
My little shadow, my little shadow, my little shadow and me
My little shadow was always one step behind, you see
My little shadow with her long blonde flowing hair
No matter how many times I looked, my little shadow was there
How True, Enjoy that little shadow that is sure to leave you one day!!!!
If your lucky like me they will have a shadow you can enjoy!!!
A child's love is so sweet,
A child's love cannot be beat.
The way they look you in the eye,
The way they hold you when they cry.
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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.
Beautifully written...loved every word of it. So pure and wonderful!
I sit and wonder where time goes.
We try our best to teach them right.
As times change and our children grow,
We love them with all our might.
I plan to share this with young mothers in a Mother and Daughter Retreat. Thank you a poem that teaches so much.
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
This is an amazing poem!! It touched my heart and soul. I have a 5-year-old son. He is the brightest light in my life. He was diagnosed with Cerebral Palsy when he was 14 months old. It was...
A gardener, if he's very wise,
When it is planting season,
Will always use the best of seeds.
It only stands to reason.
When you see a smiling face,
Their happiness all over the place,
Singing, laughing, cries of glee,
Come, they say, play with me.
Reading the poem just reminded me that I cannot be a disciplinarian with my 12 year old all the times. I need to understand his aptitude and attitude towards life.
M...y life is good.
Y...es, I'm glad to be me.
C...hildren running everywhere,
How tiring it is
To be three years old.
Sit here, eat that,
Be constantly told.
One day I came into your life,
as an empty little page
on which your every word or action
will forever be engraved.
Little children are a treasure
Their worth you cannot measure
In terms of money or gold.
I work with children. So the poem is how exactly I feel about them.
If I were a magician with dancing eyes,
I’d grant all your wishes for a smile.
Sunny skies full of waltzing butterflies,
New friends to share your toys (for a while).
When you were born,
I found true love,
A love like no other,
Like I've never felt before.
Through your eyes I see the stars so bright,
the moon, and the darkness of night.
I see butterflies and flowers
that dance in the breeze.
We recall the things our children used to say
For example from our daughter "I just want my hodalays"
We smile at the many times they use a phrase
And lots of other quirky things, on happy days
The pleasure I gain
From being a Dad
Is down to my children,
All three that I've had.
I was looking for a poem about my step-son's love for his three children, now that he and their mother are divorced, to put on a scrapbook page of him and the children, and this poem was...
My daughter has a best friend
who'll never leave her side.
They've been close since she was small.
He's been there as her guide.