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A small child, Curled up on a bed, Foetal position, Knees tucked to head. She sighs in her sleep, And turns on her side, A mother looks on, Face: tender pride.
When I was born my mother said ' My child is born from the heavens bed,. When I was 1, my father said ' my child can crawl but when she walks he falls,.
I watched him as he glanced up, To look at Daddy's face, He walked a little faster To keep up with the pace.
Teacher: Does everybody know the alphabet. Little Johnny: No. Teacher: Alright little Johnny you need to know the alphabet by tomorrow. Little Johnny: Okay. At Home Little Johnny: Mom.
Go to bed, Rest your head, Good-Night, Sleep tight, No bed bugs will bite, Dream on, little dreamer.
In orange and in lemon trees Wind and sun do as they please Butterflies and laundry flutter, My child's hair as blonde as butter Wasps with yellow whiskers wait for food, beside her china plate Ants...
Summer; As the sun comes out, It radiates it's warmth, Sharing the happiness with us all. Every patch of grass, Street, House and river, Is full of light and shimmer.
That pitter patter of tiny feet, running circles around my motionless body... Those footsteps in the sand that I always have to follow...
Summer can be very hot, We see the golden sun a lot. It shines on us and makes us glow, You never see the leaves blow. Ice cold water makes us cool, Children play in the paddling pool.
Winter is a cold time of year, Full of festive Christmas cheer. Joy and laughter, lots of fun, Though we never see the sun. Sometimes snow, sometimes rain, Trickles slowly down the drain.
A father loves a daughter Like no other love on earth. From the day that he first meets her Nothing can compare her worth. Forever are they bonded With a love that never fails.
Once I’m in my bubble bath I like to stir up more. Half the suds go in my eyes And half go on the floor.
When I learned that you were coming I was sure that you would be, the most wonderful and precious child that I would ever see.
Was trying to reach my daughter Ysabel Paul through skype when I started to worry she's not getting back to my messages when in fact her status says she's online and the time in the Philippines tells...
Dear grandma, I want you to know that not a day goes by where I don't think about you. I remember all the good times we spent together.
Mummy, called young Emelie-May from her bedroom. Yes sweetie pie mum replied from the kitchen. I'm ill answered Emelie. Oh no, does that mean no school. Questioned mum.
Copyright Ⓒ 2012 Christopher Patrick Kirk all rights reserved Laughter crept in as the Nguni were settled and accounted for. They had water and maize.
It was freezing. Reaching under my bed, I pulled out my purple and white polka-dot suitcase. I could hear Lily breathing in the next room.
Chapter 1: Beginning (Part 1) The small white picket fence had always separated our house, but the physical boundary had done nothing to keep us apart ever since the day I was born.
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem, And he called it "Chops" because that was the name of his dog, And that's what it was all about, And his teacher gave him an A and a...
Watching my little brother, Henry, sleeping is fascinating. He looks so peaceful, and his breathing slows down so much that sometimes I panic and check he's okay.
For @aleishagayle20 Enjoy and I hope you don't mind!. XxX Mummy why do you have to go again today. I want you to stay with me and play. One day, little man, you will understand.
~I wrote this when I was 18 in a moment of broodiness. Writing a poem was a good form of letting it out/contraception ;) It kind of makes me cringe at the moment, but anyway...~ I love babies.
Walking into work this morning, I was behind a man walking with his 3-4 year old daughter, when the two happened upon a puddle that even I must admit looked satisfying...