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Child

I’ve no plaques on my walls,
Though handprints down the hall,
Reminding me of my highest of calls
No vacations with pay, just shared moments of play
I recreate on precious things you say
My clothes are not chic, sometimes old often cheap
Perfect for playing peek-a-boo, hide and seek
Fancy lunches are few, just a quaint me and you
As we laugh while we dine on peanut butter for two
At times I reminisce, wonder what I now miss
Then I’m brought back to grateful with your mushy kiss
Cherubs gather around, as I lay your head down
Your contented breathing is a heavenly sound
You’re a gift of His heart
Straight from God above
You’re a vessel, a challenge
A teacher of love…

Patsy P 1984ish