Hand Prints on the Wall
One day as I was picking
the toys up off the floor.
I noticed a small handprint
on the wall beside the door.
I knew that it was something
that I'd seen most every day.
But this time when I saw it there
I wanted it to stay.
Then tears welled up inside my eyes
I knew it wouldn't last
For ever mother knows
her children grow up way to fast.
Just then I put my chores aside
and held my children tight.
I sang to them sweet lullabies
and rocked into the night.
Sometimes we take for granted
all those things that seem so small.
Like one of God's great treasures...
A small handprint on the wall.
Author Unknown
Send Your Children to Bed with a Kiss
Oh Mothers, so weary, so discouraged
worn out with cares of the day.
You often grow cross and impatient,
complain of the noise and the play.
For the day brings many vexations
so many things go amiss.
But Mothers, whatever may vex you,
Send the children to bed with a kiss.
The dear little feet often wander,
perhaps from pathways of right.
The dear little hands find new mischief
To try you from morning 'til night.
But think of the desolate mothers
Who'd give all the world for your bliss.
And as a thanks for your infinite blessings,
Send the children to bed with a kiss.
For someday their noise will not vex you.
The silence will hurt you far more.
You will long for the sweet childish voices,
For a sweet childish face at the door.
You will long for all of the hows and whys
You'd give all the world just for this.
Oh, so many answers, but remember
Send the children to bed with a kiss.
Author Unknown
Childhood Doesn't Wait
I was sitting on a bench
while in a nearby mall.
When I noticed a young mother
with two children who were small.
The youngest one was whining
"Pick me up" I heard him beg.
But the mother's face grew angry
as the child clung to her leg.
"Don't hang on me", she shouted
as she pushed his hands away.
I wish I'd had the courage
to go up to her and say...
"The time will come too quickly
when those little arms that tug
won't ask for you to hold them,
or won't freely give a hug.
The day will sneak up subtly,
just as it did with me.
When you can't recall the last time
that your child sat on your knee.
Like those sacred pre-dawn feedings
when we cherished time alone.
Our babies grow and leave behind
Those special times we've known.
So when your child comes to you
with a book that you can share.
Or asks that you would tuck him in
and help him say his prayer...
When he comes to sit and chat,
or would like to take a walk.
Before you answer that you can't
"Cause there's no time to talk"
Remember what all parents learn
so many times too late.
That years go by too quickly.
And that childhood doesn't wait.
Take every opportunity
if one should slip away.
Reach hard to get it back again,
Don't wait another day.
I watched that mother walk away,
her children followed near.
I hope she'll pick them up
before her chances disappear.
Author Unknown
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