TAP! TAP! AT MY WINDOW
A small child lying in darkness—The blackness of the night—
Listening but hearing nothing; Clutches the covers tight.
Tap! Tap! At my window—I look, what do I see?
It’s the moon shining brightly and watching over me.
The stars in millions follow, twinkling back at me.
Tap! Tap! At my window, what a peaceful sight to see.
I finally fall in slumber, then I wake up suddenly.
Tap! Tap! At my window, what do I see?
The sun is shining brightly, smiling back at me!
ME, MYSELF, AND I
Me, myself, and I are wondrous ones, you see,
For me, myself, I are always here for me,
May not be so glamorous, like Dick, John, or Jane!
You know me, myself and I, we love our gifted name,
We’re very handsome, yes all look the same.
Never would we brag, Football is our game
Though me, myself, and I always rule the game!
CHILD’S PLAY
GROWN UP SOMEDAY!
Little
girls in their world, neat belts, ribbons,
and tights, Dressing, mixing, and changing
clothes,
A designer….She
just might!
Little boys in Daddy’s world, building blocks and molding clay, Builds things up and tears things down,
An engineer….Some may say!
Little ones in their world of imaginary play,Charming crowds and delightful bows,
Born actors….They just may!
You help them make sweet memories, ones that really last. You know they’ll grow and go one day.
Kids grow up very fast.
GOD’S LITTLE MIRACLES
Little miracles lights the night, when
a seed in darkness intimately meets the light. Tiniest
seedling flowers, miraculously blossoms and grows,
A brain….heart….
…Head….body….
…And all extremities complete.
Eyes….ears….
…Mouth….and nose….
Sound and superbly complete, battles
to enter your realm....nurtured to serve only Him. For each and every soul....one day will return to Him.
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THE FATHER
AND DAUGHTER DANCE
Her eyes happily dancing alight with golden azure. Her golden locks bouncing and framing her innocent contour.
Such a sweet innocence, her
dance steps light as the air, beside the man she refuses to share,
She’s a little delight on the school dance floor, for
if the music pauses, she begs for more.
Dad loving her so in her little yellow dress, thinking
she’s lovelier than all the rest.
Suddenly selfishly, he says a little prayer, thank
you God, she’s a blessing, my little empress so fair,
Please God, allow her to dance blissfully, this
night without a care, and when she moves from my arms to
another out there.
MY LITTLE PRINCESS
My little princess with curls everywhere.
Her eyes are hazel-blue, she dances
without a care.
My blonde little princess, her skin
is O’ so fair. Her voice is like an angel’s. She’s the answer to our prayer.
She loves to play “dress up,” and
loves her frilly clothes. Loves to sing and make up silly
songs, you know.
Loves her Daddy too much . . . She’s
Daddy’s little girl. She’s Mommy’s little helper, as she prances and she twirls.
She’s Mommy’s little princess, Mommy’s
little girl.
MY LITTLE PIECE
OF CHOCOLATE
I love my little piece of chocolate, and I love my mommy too! I take it, then I hold it, like
my little Winnie the Pooh!
Mommy says my little piece of chocolate,
makes me hyper—O’ what can
I do?
I put my chocolate down in my pocket, O’ like a minute or two.
I love my little piece of chocolate, and I want to eat it now….
No, I’ll save it; I’ll keep
it, Uh! I wonder how?
I unwrapped my little piece of chocolate,
O’! The smell made me drool….
I put my chocolate back in my pocket, I forgot Mommy’s rule.
If you unwrap your little piece of chocolate,
you put it in your mouth….
I guess I didn’t listen, and I quickly took it out.
I cried, “O’ my little piece
of chocolate, O’ little chocolate,
what did you do?”
I licked my hands; I licked my fingers—and my pocket had some too!
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JUST ME
I move so quickly like a train, I often
don’t look back.
I always move ahead, so what is wrong
with that?
I didn’t try to knock her down, she
just got in my way.
Anyway who cares, girls are crybabies
anyway!
My temper ghastly as a lion, I always
get my way.
Other kids won’t play with me. Oh!
They’re stupid anyway.
I’m well-behaved. Well….Most
of the time,
But you know that’s all OK.
My mommy loves me just like I am. Well….I think so anyway!
I’M A BIG O’ BOY
Using a big man’s voice and his
most serious look, He says, “I’m a big O’ boy!” Flashing his big brown eyes incredibly wide, He says, “I’m a big O’ boy!”
You might not know, I drive Bob’s
big O’ big O’ truck. I
can use his big O’ tools, a screwdriver and all that stuff.
I can climb up a big O’ ladder—And
shoot his big O’ guns. I may be small, but I’m awfully tuff! I’m a big O’ Boy!
One time, I caught sis falling out of
Dad’s big O’ boat. I got big O’ muscles, you know, how I know? Cause Bob says, “Son, you’re a big O’ boy . . . . . J ust like me!
CRY OF PEACE
The light of the earth, it shines all around us.
A ray of sunlight will warm and surround us.
Like a star that twinkles and forever glows.
Like the moon, in the nighttime, continues to grow.
They’ll often move effortlessly and somehow detach,
Never seeing the world the same as we have.
They bring a song to our hearts, in this world full of fools,
Though small creatures of earth, they someday will rule.
I hope better than we, without wars that are cruel.
Trusting, innocent creatures, with eyes big as pools,
Their faces light up, for small treasures they bring,
To this restless old world of all living things.
Their spirit will bring a renewed freshness to all,
Fresh like a breeze and for peace they do call.
Let’s heed this great call, end the suffering and pain.
For when we’re all gone, on this earth they’ll remain
It’s the little ones I speak of that fall from our wombs.
Their enthusiasm lights up the darkest of rooms.
Though forgiving small creatures, they rely upon us.
We must guide and teach them, with patience and love.
They’ll spread kindness and goodness all over the world.
Mother Earth will cry tears of joy, for all boys and girls,
For they will light up her soul and bring peace to her shores.
What more could we ask for, from such innocent creatures,
God….clearly adores!
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