Best Patter Of Little Feet Poems

Pancakes for breakfast,
What a yummy treat!
Here come the children,
The pitter patter of little feet.

They gather at the table,
Their tummies are a rumblin',
Chattering and laughing,
Not a...

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Peering through crystals along the palm lined
Avenue of Angels, stretching endlessly
In a parallel universe serenaded by unheard
Choruses of lost newborns ripped from their
Mother's wombs through...

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Sitting in the forest hidden from the sun
I feel the earth tremble by  deer on the run
Leaves flutter in a gentle breeze
as along the...

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I can't imagine what goes through a girls mind,
As she lives grows and encounters the blues,
Looking for prince charming in the nick of time,
To carry...

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"Write your dreams," Carolyn Kizer told us
in a long-ago poetry workshop in Paris.  I would 
like to, Yes, follow that instruction, but on wee-
hour...

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My Special Gift


It's hard to see my life without my son
He's just three and already has a personality
My heart is full, just having him around
This...

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It was a Thursday the first time we "met"
Just like today except two score and three
Nearly two years from the time our eyes first beget
Who could have...

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Santa, can you bring me a long forgotten smile?
Santa, can you bring me the happiness of a child?
Santa, can you just hold my hand and...

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T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house
Pitter patter of little feet were heard stepping lightly as a mouse
For they knew Santa was...

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Moving with agile cat-like abilities
Using stealthy ninja skill capabilities
For even upon their sleep
While sweet dreams they do keep
It's time to kick it into overdrive
Though you...

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It upsets me how cruel people are in this world today
pictures show baked in dirt crying alone 
Having grow up tainted with killing and brutality...

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I heard the pitter patter of little feet I looked up to see my daughter looking so sweet!She 
said daddy I heard a story today...

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Voices screamed in the street as gunshots rang out loud. You faintly 
see the pitter patter of little feet as they run in fear through...

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The floodlight went out
   Just about two o'clock in the morning
But little did anyone know
   That the attack was about to...

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Bedtime is at Eight

By Elton Camp

Rearing kids can be okay
Yet, for bedtime, hooray!

A blessed interval of quiet
Before collapsing for the night

Especially for Mom, it’s a...

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