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Some moments of
tenderness and deep thoughts.
About your children. Mothers and Fathers, too.
My hands were busy through
the day
I didn't have much time to play
The little games you asked me to.
I didn't have much time for you.
I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew and cook,
But when you'd bring your picture book
And ask me please to share your fun,
I'd say: "A little later, son."
I'd tuck you in all safe at night
And hear your prayers, turn out the light,
The tiptoe softly to the door...
I wish I'd stayed a minute more.
For time is short, the years rush past.
A little boy grows up so fast.
No longer is he at your side,
His precious secrets to confide.
The picture books are put away,
There are no longer games to play,
No good-night kiss, no prayers to hear....
That all belongs to yesteryear.
My hands, once busy, now are still.
The days are long and hard to fill.
I wish I could go back and do
The little things you asked me to.
Author Unknown
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- A nice little mermaid lived under the sea,
- And always combing her hair was she.
- She put it high up and she put it low down,
- She twisted it in with a seashell crown;
- She braided it and curled it for hours and
hours,
- And sprinkled it over with coral flowers.
- But once she grew tired of combing her hair,
- And fell to wondering what was where.
- She climbed on a rock to talk with the gales,
- And made great eyes at the sharks and whales.
- Some white-winged gulls flew over her head;
- 'Now where can those things live?' she said.
- She wondered and wondered, but couldn't guess
where,
- For she thought the whole world was water and
air.
- 'And so many great ships sail over the sea;
- Where they are going is what puzzles me!
- They will get to the edge of the sea some
day,
- And tumble off in a terrible way.
- There'll be no one to catch them, I'm afraid
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- So they'll tumble forever! said the little
mermaid.
The Little Mermaid
Carrie W. Thompson, (adapted by James W. Kiing)
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"I'll lend you for a little while a child of mine" he
said.
"For you to love while she's alive and mourn when she is dead."
"It may be six or seven years or twenty two or three, but will you 'til I
call on her take care of her for me?"
"She'll bring her charms to gladden you and if her stay is brief, you'll
have her lovely memory as solace for your grief."
"I can't promise she will stay, as all from earth return, but there are
lessons taught down there I want this child to learn."
"I've looked the wide world over and in my search for teachers true,
and from the throng that crowd lifes lanes, I have chosen you."
"Now will you give her all the love - not think the labor vain, nor hate
me when I come to call and take her back again?"
"I fancied that I heard them say, Dear Lord they will be done, for all
the joy this child shall bring, the risk of grief we'll run."
"We'll shower her with tenderness and love her while we may, and for
the happiness we have known, now in our hearts she'll stay."
Author Unknown
Please, Mom and Dad...
My hands are small - I don't mean to spill
my milk
My legs are short - Please slow down so I
can keep up with you
Don't slap my hand when I touch something
bright and pretty - I don't understand
Please look at me when I talk to you - It
lets me know you're really listening
My feelings are tender - Don't nag me all
day - Let me make mistakes without feeling stupid
Don't expect the bed I made or the picture I
draw to be perfect - Just love me for trying
Remember I am a child not a small adult -
Sometimes I don't understand what you are saying
I love you so much - Please love me just for
being me -
Not for the things I can do
© J.L. Richardson
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Mothers and Fathers
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