Running errands, matching socks,
Building dreams with matching blocks.
Cooking, cleaning and finding shoes,
And other stuff that children lose.
Fitting lids on bottled bugs,
Wiping tears and giving hugs.
A stack of last week's mail to read,
So where's the quiet time I need?
Yet, when I steal a moment, Lord,
Just at the sink or ironing board,
To ask the blessings of Your grace,
I see then, in my small one's face,
That You have blessed me,
All the while,
And I stoop to kiss,
That precious smile.
Author: Unknown
For the day brings so many vexations,
So many things going amiss;
But, mothers, whatever may vex you,
Send the children to bed with a kiss!
The dear little feet wander often,
Perhaps from the pathway of right,
The dear little hands find new mischief,
To try you from morning to night.
Just think of the desolate mothers,
Who'd give all the world for your bliss,
And, as thanks for your infinite blessings,
Send the children to bed with a kiss!
For some day their noise will not vex you,
The silence will hurt you far more.
You will long for their sweet childish voices,
And a sweet childish face at the door.
Just to hold your child safe in your arms,
You'd give all the world just for this!
So, remember this while they are young,
And send them to bed with a kiss.
Author: Unknown
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