A POEM DEDICATED TO CHILDREN
Our Children
Soft blond hair whispering in the wind.
Skipping rope and dancing with a grin.
Lovely green eyes that sparkle in the sun.
Dress up and riding bikes, all just for fun.
Precious memories of playing in the rain.
When you are a child there should be no pain.
Full of love and a heart big as a tree.
Love for everybody and everything except maybe broccoli.
Careless and carefree, yet young and bold.
Not a worry in the world what the future will hold.
Let's all take time to watch, love, play and guide them.
They are our children now, but will grow up and someday sing our hymn.
Alan Hart
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Care Bears Galore
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