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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.

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