I arrived on Christmas morning at my daughter's and was greeted by my 3 year old grandson Austin running out of the house wanting me to come in and see what Santa had brought him and his baby sister Ansley. I did and Bruce and I hauled in more gifts. My daughter is very talented at making her home beautiful and welcoming, and she loves to do special things with walls... broad stripes to frame a row of photos, vinyl monograms and beautiful paint colors. Yesterday, I found something new... well, new on a wall...
a child is that which
warms your heart
brings to your home
does joy impart.
a child is that which
brings tears to your eyes
gives you innocent laughter
fills you with pride.
a child is that which
you hope will soar
fulfill all dreams dreamed
and be all things wished for.
I wrote this poem in 1994 and she stencilled it on the wall between her childrens' bedrooms. This child of mine, brought tears to my eyes... again.
That was a beautiful poem & that is a beautiful child. I'm sure he brings a lot of joy to your family:>)
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