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Parent's Corner : Poems

A Prayer for Children added 3-18-98 Original Author Unknown

We pray for children
Who sneak popsicle before supper,
Who erase holes in math workbooks
Who can never find their shoes

And we pray for those
who stare at photographers from behind barbed wire
who cant bound down the street in a new pair of sneakers
who never "counted potatoes"
who are born in places we wouldn't be caught dead
who never go to the circus
who live in an X-rated world.

We pray for children
who bring us sticky kisses & fistfuls of dandelions
who hug is in a hurry and forget their lunch money.

And we pray for those
who never get dessert
who have no safety blanket to drag behind them
who watch their parents watch them die
who cant find any bread to steal
who don't have any rooms to clean up
whose pictures aren't on anybody's dresser
whose monsters are real

We pray for children
who spend all their allowance before Tuesday
who throw tantrums in the grocery store & pick at their food
who like ghost stories
who shove dirty clothes under the bed and never rinse out the tub
who get visits from the tooth fairy 
who don't like to be kissed in front of the carpool 
who squirm in church or temple & scream in the phone 
whose tears we sometimes laugh at and whose smiles can make us cry

And we pray for those
whose nightmares come in the daytime
who will eat anything
who have never seen a dentist
who aren't spoiled by anybody
who go to bed hungry and cry themselves to sleep
who live and move but have no being

We pray for children who want to be carried and for those who must
for those we never give up on and
for those who don't get a second chance

For those we smother... and for those who will grab the hand of anybody kind enough to offer it.


Memo from your child added 3-18-98 Original Author Unknown

1. Don't spoil me. I know quit well that I ought not have all that I ask for, I'm only testing you.
2. Don't be afraid to be firm with me, I prefer it. It makes me feel more secure.
3. Don't let me form bad habits, I have to rely on you to detect them in the early stages.
4. Don't make me feel smaller than I am, It only makes me behave stupidly big.
5. Don't correct me in front of people if you can help it.
6. Don't make me feel that my mistakes are sins, it upsets my set of values.
7. Don't be upset when I say "I hate you", it's not you I hate, but your power to hinder.
8. Don't protect me from consequences, I need to learn the painful way sometimes.
9. Don't nag, if you do I will need to protect myself by appearing deaf.
10. Don't make rash promises, remember I feel badly let down when promises are broken.
11. Don't tax my honesty too much, I am easily frightened into telling lies.
12. Don't be inconsistent, that completely confuses me and makes me lose faith in you.
13. Don't tell me my fears are silly, they are terribly real to me and you can do much to reassure me if you try to understand.
14. Don't ever suggest that you are perfect or infallible. It gives me to great a shock when I discover that you are neither.
15. Don't forget that I can't thrive without lots of love and understanding, but I don't need to tell you that, do I?


I Believe added 4-29-98 Original Author Unknown

By Jane Daugherty, Children first Editor Detroit Free Press

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

I believe that out 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.


I loved you enough added 4-29-98 Original Author Unknown

Some day when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a mother, I will tell them:
I loved you enough to ask you about where you were going, with whom, and what time you would get home.

I loved you enough to insist that you buy a bike that we could afford to give you with your own money.

I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your hand-picked friend was a creep.

I loved you enough to make you return a Milky Way~ with a bite out of it, to a drugstore and to confess: "I stole this."

I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that would have taken me fifteen minutes.

I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, disgust, and tears in my eyes.

I loved you enough to admit I was wrong and ask for your forgiveness.

I loved you enough to let you stumble, fall and hurt.

I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your actions at 6, 10, 16 or 20.

But most of all, I loved you enough to say NO when you hated me for it. That was the hardest part of all.


From God, With Love added 6-2-98 Original Author Unknown

Children are a blessing sent from God above
For us to care and nurture and most of all to love.
God calls us to be parents and gives us all the tools
And when we feel like giving up, our strength He will renew.
Children are a gift from God that He so freely lends
To make it through the childhood years, on Him we must depend.
He must have a presence, you see it must take three
The parents, child and Christ at the center to be a family.
From childhood days to a child full grown
Their joys and hurts are a parent's own.
Times of joy and laughter and those times of tears
The times spent raising a child are surely the best of years.
There comes that time in life when a child will leave the nest
We must send them off with love and a prayer and leave to God the rest.
We've have shared the Word of God, we've taught them right from wrong
Now it's time to let them go and let them write their song.
The faith instilled, the examples lived, and the lessons taught
All gifts that we've given our child, which will never be forgotten.
There are many paths a child can take, right or wrong will remain unknown
But rest assured that in the end, they all lead back to home.


Parent/Child added 6-2-98 Written by: Robert Beau

What is it Son, that is so difficult to hear
Is there something I have said that is not very clear
It seems to me each time that we talk
You never let me finish before you start to walk

It's not that what you are saying Dad is strange you see
I have been listening to every word you told to me
You never asked if I had an opinion or thought
You believed that it was your ideas that I must be taught

But you seem to rebel each time I offer my advice
A little bit of listening on your part would suffice
Your generation is no different than the one before
You give me the feeling you don't care any more

Why do you keep saying that I am always wrong
Can't you see I have feelings and I can be strong
If I was to do all that you wish to be done
Then I might as well be your father not your son
Dad I ask you to think of all the words you have repeated to me
Perhaps there is a message we both need to see

By ignoring those echoes from our distant past
We may finally begin to live our own lives at last

Feelings are something we should not be taught
Love and understanding is what should be sought
If the words are spoken in a loving way
Perhaps I will understand what you are trying to say

I promise to try listening to each and every word
Simply asking in return that you allow for me to be heard.


If I Had My Child To Raise Over Again added 6-9-98 
Original Author Unknown

If I had my child to raise all over again,
I'd finger paint more, and point the finger less.
I'd 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 would be firm less often, and affirm much more.
I'd build self-esteem first, and the house later.
I'd teach less about the love of power,
And more about the power of love.


As I Grow added 6-9-98 Original Author Unknown

Please understand I am growing up and changing very fast.
It must be difficult to keep pace with me, but please try.

Please reward me for telling the truth.
Then I am not frightened into lying.

Please tell me when you make mistakes and what you learned from them.
Then I can accept that I am okay, even when I blunder.

Please pay attention to me and spend time with me.
Then I can believe that I am important and worthwhile.

Please help me explore my unique interests, talents and potential.
In order for me to be happy, I need to be me.

Please do the things you want me to do.
Then I have a good, positive model.

Please tell me by your words and actions that you love me.
Then I will feel loveable and will be able to love myself and others.


A Child's Plea added 6-23-98 Original Author Unknown


Today I did my math and science.
I toasted bread, I halved and quartered, counted, 
measured, and used my eyes, ears and hands.
I added and subtracted on the way.
I used magnets, blocks and memory tray.
I learned about a rainbow and how to weigh.
So please don't say -

'ANYTHING IN YOUR BAG TODAY?'

You see. I'm sharing as I play, to learn to listen and speak clearly when I talk
to wait my turn and when inside to walk.
To put my words into a phrase, to find my name and write it down.
To do it with a smile and not a frown,
to put my pasting brush away. So please, don't say -

'WHAT NOTHING IN YOUR BAG TODAY?'

I learned about a snail and a worm.
Remembered how to take my turn.
Helped a friend when he was stuck.
Learned that water runs off a duck.
Looked at words from left to right.
Agreed to differ, not to fight.
So please don't say -

'DID YOU ONLY PLAY TODAY?'

Yes, I played the whole day through.
I played to learn the things I do.
I speak a problem, find a clue
and work out for myself just what to do.
My teacher's set the scene, and stay near-by to help me when I really try.
They are there to pose the problems, and to help me think.
I hope they will keep me floating and never let me sink.
All of this is in my head and not in my bag. It makes me sad to hear you say

'HAVEN'T YOU DONE ANYTHING TODAY?'

When you attend your meeting today and do your work I will remember not to say to you -
'WHAT NOTHING IN YOUR BAG? WHAT DID YOU DO?'


Just Playing added 6-23-98 Anita Wadley Schlaht


When I'm building in the block room,
Please don't say I'm "Just playing."
For, you see, I'm learning as I play,
About balance, I may be an architect someday.

When I'm getting all dressed up,
Setting the table, caring for the babies,
Don't get the idea I'm "Just Playing."
I may be a mother or a father someday.

When you see me up to my elbows in paint,
Or standing at an easel, or molding and shaping clay,
Please don't let me hear you say, "He is Just Playing."
For, you see, I'm learning as I play.
I just might be a teacher someday.

When you see me engrossed in a puzzle 
Or some "playing" at my school,
Please don't feel the time is wasted in "play."
For you see, I'm learning as I play.
I'm learning to solve problems and concentrate.
I may be in business someday.

When you see me cooking or tasting foods,
Please don't think that because I enjoy it, it is "Just Play."
I'm learning to follow directions and see the differences.
I may be a cook someday.

When you see me learning to skip, hop, run, and move my body,
Please don't say I'm "Just Playing."
For, you see, I'm learning as I play.
I'm learning how my body works.
I may be a doctor, nurse, or athlete someday.

When you ask me what I've done at school today,
And I say, "I just played."
Please don't misunderstand me.
For, you see, I'm learning as I play.
I'm learning to enjoy and be successful in my work.
I'm preparing for tomorrow.
Today, I am a child and my work is play.


Love is ... added 8-18-98 Original Author unknown

Love is scaring away monsters in the middle of the night, then again at 1:00 a.m., 2:00 a.m., 3:00 a.m…

Love is reading the same bedtime story for the 999th time.

Love is a hug around the knees.

Love is watching Mr. Rogers instead of All My Children.

Love is a refrigerator covered with creative works of art.

Love is standing in line for 2 hours for Raffi tickets.

Love is not grimacing through the dirtiest of diapers.

Love is trading in the Camero for a station wagon.

Love is the magic kiss that heals all “owies.”

Love is a cuddly kid in a blanket sleeper.

Love is the first kick, first smile, first laugh, first step, first anything.

Love is your child pointing to a picture of Christie Brinkley and saying “mama.”

Love is your child sound asleep, any child sound asleep.

Love is a macaroni necklace.

Love is wearing the macaroni necklace to church with pride.

Love is a peanut butter kiss, a syrup kiss, a chocolate kiss, any kind of kiss.

Love is a bouquet of dandelions.

Love is the smell of a baby’s neck.

Love is saying “no” at the right times when it’s easier to say “yes.”

Love is saying “yes” at the right times when it’s easier to say “no.”


Daddy's Footsteps added 8-18-98 Original Author unknown

“Walk a little slower, Daddy”,
Said a little child so small.
“I’m following in your footsteps,
And I don’t want to fall.

Sometimes your steps are very fast, 
Sometimes they’re hard to see;
So walk a little slower, Daddy,
For you are leading me.

Someday when I’m all grown up, 
You’re what I want to be;
Then I will have a little child
Who’ll want to follow me.

And I would want to lead just right, 
And know that I was true;
So, walk a little slower, Daddy,
For I must follow you.”


Like Peter Pan...I never want to grow up... added 4-5-99 
Original Author unknown

These are some little things we learned as children and maybe forgot as adults.....

- Speak up.
- Hang on tight.
- Sometimes it's smart to be scared.
- Ask why until you understand.
- You can be anything you want to be.
- Shortcuts aren't always shorter.
- Sometimes two is a crowd.
- Hitting the kid with the ball might get you the ball but it won't get you anyone to throw it to.
- Go barefoot.
- Who cares what happened last week.
- Trust people.
- Insist on doing it yourself.
- More is not always better.
- Look both ways.
- If you wait until you're really sure, you'll never take off the training wheels.
- Make up the rules as you go along.
- If you try to catch 2 butterflies in one net, they'll both get away.
- Make waves.
- If you don't like the birthday girl, don't go to the party.
- Enjoy the ride.
- It doesn't matter who started it.
- Yell if you want to be heard.
- People know when you're letting them win.
- Stomp your feet when you're angry.
- Be silly.
- If your mother wants to hold your hand, there's probably a good reason.
- You have to love your brother even if he doesn't deserve it.
- Don't forget to say your prayers.
- Using a word you don't understand can be embarrassing.
- If you're going to laugh, laugh out loud.
- Know what you like.
- One thing you can't pretend to be is funny.
- Homesick is the worse kind of sick.
- Don't always act your age.
- The end isn't always where it should be.
- Help yourself.
- Recess is the best part.
- Drink milk.
- Believe in Santa Claus.
- Where you're going is more important than where you stand.
- A little kiss can make a big difference.
- Once you're wet it doesn't matter how much more you get rained on.
- Silence can be an answer.
- Ask where things come from.
- Just keep going.
- Don't answer until you're ready to.
- Hug people for no reason.
- Fresh air is good for you.
- Why buy roses when daisies are free?
- Just do your best.
- Usually you learn your lesson but you don't always remember it.
- Dream.
- If your dog doesn't like someone, you probably shouldn't either.
- If you don't run, you won't trip, but you may never get there.
- Don't pop someone else's bubble.
- Be polite.
- If you're going to take just one step, make it a giant step.
- Wish on the first star.
- No one likes to be left alone.
- Remember to say Thank you.
- It's hard to save the best for last.


First Day Of School  added 8-27-01 Original Author Unknown

She started school this morning,
And she seemed so very small.
As I walked there beside her
In the Kindergarten hall.

And as she took her place beside
the others in the class,
I realized how all too soon
Those first few years can pass.

Remembering, I saw her as
She first learned how to walk.
The words that we alone made out
When she began to talk.

This little girl so much absorbed
In learning how to write.
It seems as though she must have grown
To girlhood overnight.

My eyes were blurred by hastily
I brushed the tears away
Lest by some word or sign of mine
I mar her first big day

Oh how I longed to stay with her
And keep her by the hand
To lead her through the places
That she couldn't understand.

And something closely kin to fear
Was mingled with my pride.
I knew she would no longer be
A baby by my side.

But she must have her chance to live,
To work her problems out,
The privilege to grow and learn
What life is all about.

And I must share my little girl
With friends and work and play;
She's not a baby anymore --
She's in Kindergarten today.


 

 

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