Children
They have very little hair and delicate skin they're so tiny and frail
when their lives begin. They come to us a gift from heaven, throughout their
lives we love and protect them. We impart our wisdom and give them direction.
As they become adults and go out on their own, we feel somewhat empty
And somewhat alone. Our memories are filled their awards and achievements.
We remember the joy of those first little steps and all the excitement
of their first overnight guest. We share with them that first bedtime story.
And also their first tast of triumph and glory. They steal our hearts and fill us
with joy, we must never discard them for they're children not toys.
They're sweet and innocent and fragile in side. So fill them with love self respect
And pride.
Copyright © Edward Mccall | Year Posted 2016
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