"Whose child is this?" I asked one day
Seeing a little one out at play
"Mine", said the parent with a tender smile
"Mine to keep a little while
To bathe his hands and comb his hair
To tell him what he is to wear
To prepare him that he may always be good
And each day do the things he should"

"Whose child is this?" I asked again
As the door opened and someone came in
"Mine", said the teacher with the same tender smile
"Mine, to keep just for a little while
To teach him how to be gentle and kind
To train and direct his dear little mind
To help him live by every rule
And get the best he can from school"

"Whose child is this?" I ask once more
Just as the little one entered the door
"Ours" said the parent and the teacher as they smiled
And each took the hand of the little child
"Ours to love and train together

Ours this blessed task forever."


Here's to the Kids that are Different
Author Unknown

Here's to the kids that are different,
The kids that don't always get A's.
The kids that have ears,
twice as big as their peers,
Or have noses that go on for days.
Here's to the kids that are different,
The kids that are just out of step.
The kids they all tease,
Who have cuts on their knees,
And whose sneakers are constantly wet.
Here's to the kids that are different,
The kids they call crazy and dumb.
The kids who aren't cute and don't give a hoot,
Who dance to a different drum.
Here's to the kids who are different,
For when they are grown,
As history has shown,
It's their difference that makes them unique.


By Ray A. Lingenfelter

I dreamed I stood in a studio
And watched two sculptors there,
The clay they used was a young child’s mind
And they fashioned it with care. 

One was a teacher:
the tools she used were books and music and art;
One was a parent
With a guiding hand and gentle loving heart.

And when at last their work was done,
They were proud of what they had wrought.
For the things they had worked into the child
Could never be sold or bought!

And each agreed she would have failed
if she had worked alone.
For behind the parent stood the school, 
and behind the teacher stood the home!


Children Learn What They Live
Dorothy Law Nolte, Ph. D.

If children live with hostility,
they learn to fight.

If children live with ridicule,
they learn to be shy.

If children live with tolerance,
they learn to be patient.

If children live with encouragement,
they learn confidence.

If children live with praise,
they learn to appreciate.

If children live with fairness,
they learn justice.

If children live with security,
they learn faith.

If children live with approval,
they learn to like themselves.

If children live with acceptance, and friendship,
they learn to find love in the world.


I Believe
Author Unknown

I believe in children's laughter, the sweetest perfume of a newborn baby's skin and that every child is entitled to happiness, decent housing, health care, proper nutrition and a good education.

I believe that our schools should be places of discovery and growth, not of danger, that teachers should be paid more than lawyers and that parenting should be a required course in every high school.

I believe that "quality time" is a phony notion that cannot substitute for substantial time spent with our children.

I believe that baseball and other children's games can be magical and should be wrestled from screaming competitive coaches and returned to play.

I believe that childhood should be a time of sand castles and celebration and that the defense of innocence is as important as the defense of our borders.

And I believe that our most urgent mission should be putting the needs of our children first.


Every Sunrise
Every sunrise is a present, a gift from God above,
Gift-wrapped with scarlet ribbons and tied with bows of love.
Each is a new beginning, a time to start anew,
While all the stars are sleeping, and the rose is fresh with dew.
Each day's a new creation, too lovely to ignore,
And we may not find a blessing, just outside our door.
We cannot keep the past, like fireflies in a jar,
Nor journey to the future by wishing on a star.
Every sunrise is a blessing, a gift for just today,
Rejoice, my friend, embrace it before it fades away!
Author Unknown

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my first painting on  the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make my  favorite cake for me and I learned that little things can be the special things in life.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I heard you say a  prayer, and I knew there is a God I could always talk to and I learned to trust in God.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you make a meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I learned that we all have to help take care of each other.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you give of your time and money to help people who had nothing and I learned that those who have something should give to those who don't.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I felt you kiss me good night and I felt loved and safe.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you take care of our house and everyone in it and I learned we have to take care of what we are given.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw how you handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't feel good and I learned that I would have to be responsible when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come from your eyes and I learned that sometimes things hurt, but its all right to cry.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw that you cared and I wanted to be everything that I could be.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I learned most of life's lessons that I need to know to be good and productive person when I grow up.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked at you and wanted to say,

Thanks for all the things I saw when you thought I wasn't looking"
Copyright ©2001 Mary Rita Schilke Korzan


"Hold on to what is good
even if it is a handful of earth.
Hold on to what you believe
even if it is a tree which stands by itself.
Hold on to what you must do
even if it is a long way from here.
Hold on to life
even when it is easier letting go.
Hold on to my hand
even when I have gone away from you."

~~Native American Prayer




Little children are a treasure
Their worth you can not measure
In terms of money or gold.
Their voices are the melody
That vibrates deep inside of me
Worth their weight, a thousand fold.
Their eyes so brightly shining
They are the silver lining
That brightens up my day.
I couldn't live without them
More priceless then any gem
My loneliness they chase away....

©  Cheryl L. Zupsic (in care of) RON ZUPSIC



Our Children

I sit and wander, where time goes
we try our best to teach them right,
as times change and our children grow,
We love them with all our might.
It's not easy to raise a child
at times, we don't know what to do
we weren't given any instructions
It's a challenge that's all new.
Our children, are our lives
and our most important goal,
to love and to guide them

and to place them in life's role.
Our children are our future
and time will only tell
the job we've done as parents
and if we've done it well....

©  Shelley R. Davis



Children are like kites, you spend a lifetime
trying to get them off the ground. you run
with them until you are both breathless.

When they crash you add a longer tail. They
hit a rooftop you pick them up and comfort
them. You watched them get picked up by the
wind. You assure them that they will someday
fly. Finally they are airborn.  They need more
string and you keep letting it out, with each
twist of the ball of twine. There is a
sadness that goes with the joy. As the kite
becomes more distant you somehow know that
the lifeline that held you together will
snap, to soar as it was meant to
soar......free and alone.

©  Kyle D. Navarro




A child is...

A butterfly in the wind,

Some can fly higher than others;

but each one flies the best it can.

Why compare one against the other?

Each one is different!

Each one is special!

Each one is beautiful!

~~ Author Unknown ~~




You are the poem
I dreamed of writing

the masterpiece
I longed to paint.

You are the shining star
I reached for In my

ever hopeful quest
for life fulfilled...

You are my child.
Now with all things
I am blessed.

~~ Author Unknown ~~




What kind of world is it my friend that little children see?

I wonder if they see God first
because they just believe?

Do they see strength in caring eyes
who watch them as they play --

or maybe love through gentle hands
that guide them on their way?

Do you think they dream of future times
when they would be a king --

or just enjoy their present life
while with their friends they sing?

Do they see the acts of kindness
done for people who are poor?

Is the very best in everyone
what they are looking for?

And when the day is over,
as they close their eyes to sleep,

do they look forward to tomorrow
with its promises to keep?

If this is what the children see,
then it should be no surprise,

the world would be a better place
if we all had children's eyes.

~~ Author Unknown ~~




A child's heart is full of love
Bearing all the burden

Holding on to every promise
Even the uncertain..

A child's tears happy or sad
Are real from within

The cry's come from their souls
Brought on by confusion..

A child thinks of only good
No matter what has happened

They love their mom and dad
But their souls will never mend..

Hold a child oh so close
Don't ever let them go

A gift from the all mighty
Like the first fallen snow..

Unconditional love
Is all that they say and more

To take advantage of that
Is to tear at God's core..

A child's heart is full of love
Not to bear the burden

But to love life to the fullest
Ever so certain..

~~ Author Unknown ~~




A child's love is like a whisper, given in little ways we do not hear.

But if you listen closely it will be very clear.

They often do not say it loud, but in how they come to you...

Daddy, will you play with me? Mommy, tie my shoe?

The many ways they tell you, changes as they grow.

Dad, I made the team today! Mom, I've Got to go!

Pop, I need some money, You see there's...this girl at school.

Mama, I met a boy today and Wow, he's so cool!

Dad, I've got something to tell you... I think she is the one!

Mom, he asked me to marry him. Would you love him as your son?

Dad, I've got some news for you... It's going to be a boy!

Mom, I'm kind of scared of this, yet I'm filled with joy!

A child's love is like a whisper, given in little ways we do not hear.

But if you listen closely, it will be very clear.

They often do not say it loud, but in how they come to you...

Grandpa, will you play with me? Grandma, tie my shoe?

It is never ending. A blessing from above.

Listen to the whispers of a child's love.

~~ Author Unknown ~~




I am the child,

All the world waits for my coming,
All the earth watches with interest to see what I shall become.

Civilization hangs in the balance,
For what I am, the world of tomorrow will be.

I am the child,

I have come into your world,
About which I know nothing,

Why I came I know not;
How I came I know not;

I am curious;
I am interested.

I am the child,

You hold in your hand my destiny,
You determine, largely, whether I shall succeed or fail.

Give me, I pray you,
Those things that make for happiness.

Train me, I beg you,
That I may be a blessing to the world.

~~ Author Unknown ~~




  1. I love you! There is nothing that will make me stop loving you. Nothing you could do or say or think will ever change that.


  2. You are amazing! I look at you with wonder! Not just at what you can do, but who you are. There is no one like you. No one!


  3. It's all right to cry. People cry for all kinds of reasons: when they are hurt, sad, glad, or worried; when they are angry, afraid, or lonely. Big people cry too. I do.


  4. You've made a mistake. That was wrong. People make mistakes. I do. Is it something we can fix? What can we do? It's all over. You can start fresh. I know you are sorry. I forgive you.


  5. You did the right thing. That was scary or hard. Even though it wasn't easy, you did it. I am proud of you; you should be too.


  6. I'm sorry. Forgive me. I made a mistake.


  7. You can change your mind. It's good to decide, but it is also fine to change.


  8. What a great idea! You were really thinking! How did you come up with that? Tell me more. Your mind is clever!


  9. That was kind. You did something helpful and thoughtful for that person. That must make you feel good inside. Thank you!


  10. I have a surprise for you. It's not your birthday. It's for no reason at all. Just a surprise, a little one, but a surprise.


  11. I can wait. We have time. You don't have to hurry this time.


  12. What would you like to do? It's your turn to pick. You have great ideas. It's important to follow your special interests.


  13. Tell me about it. I'd like to hear more. And then what happened? I'll listen.


  14. I'm right here. I won't leave without saying good-bye. I am watching you. I am listening to you.


  15. Please and Thank You. These are important words. If I forget to use them, will you remind me?


  16. I missed you. I think about you when we are not together!


  17. Just try. A little bit. One taste, one step. You might like it. Let's see. I'll help you if you need it. I think you can do it.


  18. I'll help you. I heard you call me, here I am. How can I help you? If we both work together, we can get this done. I know you can do it by yourself, but I'm glad to help since you asked.


  19. What do you wish for? Even if it's not yet time for birthday candles and we don't have a wishbone, it's still fun to hear about what you wish for, hope for, and dream about.

~~ Author Unknown ~~


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Turn Around

Where are you going
My little one, little one
Where are you going
My baby, my own
Turn around and you’re two
Turn around and you’re four
Turn around and you’re a young girl
Going out of the door

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and you’re a young girl
Going out of the door

Where are you going
My little one, little one
Little pigtails, petticoats
Where have they gone
Turn around and you’re tiny
Turn around and you’re grown
Turn around and you’re a young wife
With babes of your own

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and you’re a young wife
With babes of your own

Where have they gone
My little ones, little ones
Where have they gone
My babies, my own
Turn around and they’re young
Turn around and they’re old
Turn around and they’re gone
And we’ve no one to hold

Turn around, turn around
Turn around and they’re gone
And we’ve no one to hold

Where are you going
My baby, my own

Written by: Harry Belafonte / Alan Greene / Malvina Reynolds



I believe for every drop of rain that falls, a flower grows.
I believe that somewhere in the darkest night, a candle glows.
I believe for everyone who goes astray, someone will come to show the way.
I believe, I believe.
I believe above the storm the smallest prayer will still be heard.
I believe that someone in the great somewhere hears every word.
Every time I hear a newborn baby cry, or touch a leaf or see the sky,
Then I know why I believe!

Written by:  Irvin Graham, Jimmy Shirl, Ervin M. Drake,Al Stillman


If I Had My Child to Raise Over Again

If I had my child to raise all over again,
I'd finger-paint more, and point the fingers less.
I would do less correcting and more connecting.
I'd take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.
I would care to know less and know to care more.
I'd take more hikes and fly more kites.
I'd stop playing serious, and seriously play.
I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars.

I'd do more hugging and less tugging.
I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later.
I would be firm less often, and affirm much more.
I'd teach less about the love of power, And more about the power of love.
                                                                   by Diane Loomans