Messy Fingers
Sticky fingers, tangled hair,
scattered crayons everywhere.
Fancy artwork on the wall
drawn by little ones three feet tall.
Sticky fingers, tangled hair,
scattered crayons everywhere.
Fancy artwork on the wall
drawn by little ones three feet tall.
I love it. Exactly what my children do every single day.
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If I didn't know where you came from,
If you had a different name,
Or perhaps you were a different color,
I would still love you the same.
Words can hardly describe
how much you mean to me,
the love I felt inside
when you looked up at me.
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Our children are here to stay
But our babies are not, I'm sorry to say
They grow and learn everyday
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.
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
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If I could I would remove all your fears
If I could I would remove all your tears
If I could I would make life painless
If I could I would give you all your courage
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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...
How tiring it is
To be three years old.
Sit here, eat that,
Be constantly told.
Children, come and gather round.
Be very still, don't make a sound.
This is what I have to say.
Keep it with you every day.
It reminds me of what my mom used to say when I was little.
Dear God I pray he's treated right
and protected from all that gives him fright....