BEAUTIFUL!!
Thank you, Bill. The time we spend with our children is way too short for soon they are grown but we are always thankful for the memories.
Children Remembered
You will never know how sweet the sound
of a baby crying in the night,
'til silence weaves the halls
with its emptiness and fright.
Tiny footsteps running down the hall
leaving smears of fingerprints
'just so high' along the wall.
You will never know how beautiful the marks
'til echoing in the daylight hours
the pitter-pat of little feet
remembered in the spring showers.
Tears mingle with raindrops
as tiny voices linger in the room
where remain traces of crayon marks.
You will never know how sweet 'til
One day a small child, the next grown.
Laughter and tears, joy and pain
so filled with life of seeds sown.
Now silent as the empty halls
with their visions of children
displayed as smudges on the walls.
You will never know how precious…
'til a mother remembers the small child
that lay against her breast.
Nurtured by her and loved by all.
'Til separated by time and space.
She reaches out for memories
that only now she can embrace.
Hearing again that childish glee,
the happiness and joy shared.
Always with her heart to see
the children born from love
playing together and filling
her soul with joy untold.
You will never know until
the silence echoes reeling
into the emptiness and still
joyful remembrance replaces
sadness with treasures of smudges.
Dirty and Happy Little Faces!
You will never know 'til.....
Sara Gardner Rogers Blow Ó1983
Peace & Hugs,
Sara