My Child
You can search treasure maps, 
and oceans so deep,
my child is my diamond, 
forever I'll keep.

Children
Little hands and tiny feet,
Shy, and cute, and so petite;
Little whimpers, little cries,
Darling, little sparkling eyes;
Outstretched fingers, wiggling toes;
God, how can you love them so!
Children chase away the gloom,
And sunshine fills most every room;
Little mannerisms dear,
Laughs of happiness and cheer;
You just can't know the joy of home,
Until you have children of your own.
You feel so humble, deep inside,
And have so much parental pride;
You can't describe the joy and pleasure,
God has given with this treasure;
A million couldn't buy the joy,
The happiness, and love, sublime;
They're bundles straight from heaven,
And, Lord, they're really mine


Goodnight Kiss
By Kim Bolton
I count it as a privilege,
I count it cause for praise
to kiss my children goodnight
at the close of every day.

For I know too soon they're gone
and walking out the door.
And I'll never have a child 
to kiss goodnight any more

It's strange how times have changed
from the present to the past.
When did they grow so quickly-
the time has flown so fast.

For it seems like only yesterday 
I helped him(her) with his(her) shirt,
or pat my baby on the back,
or kissed away a hurt.

Tell a story, read a book,
wipe a nose, or tie a shoe.
They never ask me to rub their backs
the way they use to do.

Once it was a bother,
just a troublesome kind of chore.
But, now I would give anything
to do it just once more.

Mommy, bounce me on your knee.
Daddy, flip me in the air.
Throw a rubber ball to me,
and help me comb my hair.

Mommy, tickle my tummy
Daddy, hold me high.
Let's go outside for a while,
or make a kite to fly.

I count it as a priviledge,
I count it as a praise
To kiss my children goodnight
at the close of every day.

For I know too soon they're gone
and walking out the door.
And I'll never have a child 
to kiss goodnight anymore!


Hand Poem
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. 



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