41. Precious Little Children
Little children are a treasure
Their worth you cannot measure
In terms of money or gold.
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.
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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.
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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.
A gentle kiss upon the cheek,
Their love growing stronger with each week.
Watching them make each other laugh,
This vase may be quite tiny,
but its importance is monumental and grand!
For the love that went into each picked "flower,"
was carefully chosen by your child's small hand.
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).
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.