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| Little Things Little things bring me my comfort; Little fingers learning to count, Little hands reaching out to me, lovingly, Little lips, when "I love you!" they shout ... Little coos, little gurgles, and giggles (Little snuggles, soft breath in my ear), Little hugs, though we call it a "bear hug"; Little eyes that sparkle me near. But, with age comes the loss of the charming. My comfort is "borrowed" and "less". I�ve applied for the nursery in Heaven; Now, waiting and yearning, I guess. Now, I look back and wonder at wisdom That can�t realize, at the time, That a little of Heaven was offered With their little hands in mine. � 2003 by Joan Clifton Costner http://underhiswings0.tripod.com/ |
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