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Kids

The Touch of a Child’s Hand
The promise of tomorrow and the hope of dreams come true,
A reminder of the childhood that is still a part of you..

The wonder of a miracle from which this love began…
There is so much found in the touch of a child’s hand.

My Nose
It doesn’t breathe;
It doesn’t smell;
It doesn’t feel
So very well.
I am discouraged
With my nose:
The only thing it
Does is blows.

Crowded Tub
There’s too many kids in this tub
There’s too many elbows to scrub
I just washed a behind that I’m sure wasn’t mine
There’s too many kids in this tub.

Spring Rain
The strom came up so very quick,
It couldn’t have been quicker.
I should have brought my hat along,
I should have brought my slicker.
My hair is wet, my feet are wet,
I couldn’t be much wetter.
I fell into a river once
But this is even better.

Here’s to the Kids who are Different
Here’s to the kids that are different,
The kids that don’t always get A’s.
The kids that have ears, twice as big as their peers,
Or have noses that go on for days.
Here’s to the kids that are different,
The kides that are just out a step.
The kids they all tease,
Who have cuts on their knees,
And whose sneakers are constantly wet.
Here’s to the kids that are diffent,
The kids with a mischievous streak.
For when they have grown,
As history has shown,
It’s their difference that makes them unique.

My Blanket
My mom says I’m a big kid now,
Why keep this dirty old blanket.
The color is gone, the edges are rough and ragged,
Though dingy, frayed, well worn and loved,
Please don’t rush me or expect us to part,
Remember my blanket warms me and my heart.

  • A rose can say “I Love You”,
    Orchids can enthrall,
    But a weed bouquet in a chubby fist
    Oh my, that says it all.
  • Happy hearts and happy faces,
    Happy play in grassy places.
  • If only we knew, as we later do
    That these years are the best.
    If only we knew, as we later do
    Our childhood years are blessed. -Bob Ollier
  • Cleaning your house while the kids are still growing is like shoveling the walkbefore it stops snowing.
  • Believe in children.
    There is faith in their eyes, love in their eyes, love in their touch, kindness in theirgesturees.
    Thrill with them as life’s big and small moments….hold them close.
  • Children are God’s way of telling you tomorrow is beautiful.
  • Happy hearts and happy faces,
    Happy play in grassy places,
    That was how, in ancient ages,
    Children grew to kings and sages.
  • The laugther of a child is the light of a house.
  • Children look at the world with their perfect little hearts.
  • What feeling is so nice as a child’s hand in yours? So small, so soft and warm,
    like a kitten huddling in the shelter of your clasp.
  • Childhood will be gone before you know it.
    The fingerprints on the wall appear higher and higher.
    Then suddenly they disappear.
  • Monday’s Child is fair of face.
    Thursday’s Child has far to go.
    Friday’s Child is loving and giving.