The Children's Hour
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.
Children are the ultimate gift to two people who love each other and the ultimate inconvenience to parents that don't. There is no bigger responsibility, and yet a relationship with a child can bear the greatest rewards. Children intuitively know when they are wanted and when they are not. The way that they raised from the cradle will affect the people they will become. There is a famous saying that children spell love T I M E. There may be many compelling reasons why you cannot be with your children but none of them can replace time. It is gone forever.
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!
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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,
Grandpa sat with cigar at his side (rarely in his mouth), his bushy gray eyebrows and mustache crouched in intense concentration, a chess piece or book in hand in most of my memories. But...
Lord, help me be the Mother
You've chosen me to be,
One parent with a loving heart,
The mother of my three.
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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.
Wow! A truly amazing poem with a beautiful message for parents. Childhood is a special period with so much joy, innocence and wonder. It is a delightful stage. Besides, so much good can be...
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.
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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.
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?
The poem has touched very much. The poet has nicely and successfully narrated her feeling toward a child who needs nothing but love. I appreciate the poet and hope to get more poems of this...
Full of laughter
Never ending dreams
When the sky reaches out, you'll see me
When the night is full
The two of you will never know
How much my love has grown
To be blessed by two
When others have so few.