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. Written by@