To my children
Who will see
Problems of life

Which call for 
A calm mind

So the winds
Don't become
A tornado solution
And blow

The days of diapers

are long gone.

Hearing you talk for the first time

was like hearing angelic voices.

Watching you to

A child is a welcome sight

When they are all sweet and nice

When trouble hits they seem all a miss

Lack of listening

YOU MADE ME DIFFERENT

A poem in praise of children, and in commemoration of the World Children’s Day.

Dear Child,

My Little Girl

I have a little dolly with cheeks of rosy red,

her big brown eyes close when I lay her on her bed.

With