May God Bless All the Little Children
Little children all growing up, as they drink their milk from a cup,
Every small one counts so much, each caress, the fondest touch.
Smiling faces, some with braces, memories are all a part of you,
Wooden desk, chalkboard spaces, school days are important, too.
Time teachers took, their caring look, were special days back then,
If only we had one more chance, to live those moments once again.
Mothers urging, dirty clothes purging, washing all from feet to head,
Breakfast making, never forsaking, not a chore shunned, or to dread.
Father working, never shirking, everyone's family needs, all always met,
Sore backs aching, aspirin taking, bandages on scrapes, without a fret.
Church bells ringing, choirs all singing, the angels are smiling up above,
Sunday shoes shined, clothes all ironed, special ways to show their love.
Memories lingering, medallion fingering, a reminder of those times, gone by,
Devotion that was so shown, by parents we've known, until a day we all die.
Over all those years, to quell our fears, showing compassion for our needs,
Little children, all now grown up, each are passing on those precious seeds.
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