Memories In My Heart

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Memories In My Heart

 

I love to watch the children play
to see them having fun
I love to hear them laugh with joy
untill the day is done
 
When the long day is over
I love to hold them tight
to tuck them in and say their prayers
to bless them through the night
 
When morning comes and they awake
with their morning glee
I love to watch their shining faces
as they run and play so free
 
I love to help them with their prayers
to see them learn so much
I love to be there when they fall
to offer a gentle touch
 
I hate it when I have to scold them
though I know they need to learn
I know that its my job to teach them
and their respect that I must earn
 
I love to watch them grow each day
it happens, oh so fast
I know they will soon be leaving
because childhood doesnt last
 
But while their small ill hold thier hands
and keep them safe at home
Untill its time for thier adventures
then theyll be on their own
 
But, even when their grown and gone
and I am all alone
I'll hold the memories in my heart
and cherish the love theyve shown

 

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Chaos128 commented on Memories In My Heart

08-16-2009

This work is infused with genuine joy. when I'd finished reading it, I found a silly smile had insinuated itself on my face that I hadn't even been aware was taking shape. To do that to a jaded cynic like me takes skill ha ha. Excellent!

kmeadows

10/19/2009

lol! Well, I am glad it lighted up your day a bit! I think this is one of my personal favorites!

optimistic commented on Memories In My Heart

06-20-2009

This poem was a self potrait displayed about kids such a beautiful image of how we hold them so dear. great rhyme in this poem it did not miss a beat in stanza.

kmeadows

06/20/2009

Thank you for your input. It means a lot to me. I appreciate it. Karen

The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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