Teach the Little Ones
I stood at the gate and heard their screaming as I walked up the drive
children left to yell the proverbial hell, adult torment and live's
yet how do you make life better how do you make life fun
the dreams lie within you it's games you need to play
Timmy walked around the house with a hammer hitting the fridge
I asked "why why do you give him the hammer" "because he likes it"
With dispair can't you see the danger other children's heads
just because the child like's it dosen't mean it's right
I would play with my son threaten to put him into the bath
threaten to put him into the wardrob laughter became the game
I would not give him a hammer just because he liked it
I gave him a cricket bat and taught him to hit the ball
I gave him lessons and taught him to catch the ball
I read to him and taught him to read
I allowed him to to try different clubs like wrestling and scouts
and with it all I joked and played teaching him to enjoy
It's not so hard to enjoy bringing up kid's
all you need to learn is be an adult set the rules
and teach then to find the joy of life.
Copyright © Bernard Barclay | Year Posted 2014
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