The Children
Innocence in their eyes
And smell of their hair
The wild busy play dates
In this world without care
Small little hands
Itty bitty feet
Beautifully lit face
When the get a treat
The naughty streak
They sometimes have
That devious look
Oops fallen…get salve.
That tiny tear
Streaked down their face
Give boo boo kisses
Then sadness’s replaced.
It’s time for bed
And good night dreams
Soft lullaby
Closing eyes
So quick it seems.
Sleep little one
Get all your rest
Tomorrow comes
Anew full of zest.
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