Short Childhoodchild Poems
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WALDORF CHILD THAT’s ME
Waldorf child that's me
imagination run free
on a playground swing
A sunny blue sky
flying as high as can be
A red birdie sings
dream, dream, dare to dream
factories of passion made
process not product
and the earth below
the roots of your feat growing
nothing you can't overcome
-By Susan Mills
I pull on your hand like a small child in want
I hide behind you like a frightined child
I cry out like a hurting small child
I run to you for comfort just like a small child in need
I seek your arms in the dark like alost small child
I'm a small child to you and always well and you well always be my father
I well meet you one day
Form:
My child what will you be. The next picasso the way you like to draw so. Will you be
a scientist; of the way you want to know how things exist. Be an airplane pilot the
way you watch the airplanes fly so high.Be a vet the way you take care of your pet.
Be an archictect the way you like to connect.Whatever my child you will be I see it all
when you play. My child be all that you can be.
Form:
God gave a little child
He gave this child to me;
The babe was made with love,
His soul was made by Thee.
His face a sunny blossom,
His body fair and bright,
The halo of his hair,
Was raven as the night.
This child is a part of me,
This gift of flesh divine,
And all the world was bright and new,
With this precious gift of mine.
Dear Father let me give you praise,
To share him with you all his days.
Oh, could I be a child again.
Mommy and Daddy standing by
My hurts to kiss, my tears to dry,
When life was easy, little pain.
I sang and played in sun and rain.
The days of childhood too soon fly.
Oh, could I be a child again,
Mommy and Daddy standing by.
I yearn for childhood now in vain.
It's gone as though a fleeting sigh,
I can't return hard as I try,
Though such fond memories remain.
Oh, could I be a child again.
For Jared's Rondel contest