It was when I had my first child that
I understood how much my mother loved me.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
NO CHILDREN
No children in the house to play--
It must be hard to live that way!
I wonder what the people do
When night comes on and the work is through,
With no glad little folks to shout,
No eager feet to race about,
No youthful tongues to chatter on
About the joy that's been and gone?
The house might be a castle fine,
But what a lonely place to dine!
No children in the house at all,
No fingermarks upon the wall,
No corner where the toys are piled--
Sure indication of a child.
No little lips to breathe the prayer
That God shall keep you in His care,
No glad caress and welcome sweet
When night returns you to your street;
No little lips a kiss to give--
Oh, what a lonely way to live!
No children in the house! I fear
We could not stand it half a year.
What would we talk about at night,
Plan for and work with all our might,
Hold common dreams about and find
True union of heart and mind,
If we two had no greater care
Than what we both should eat and wear?
We never knew love's brightest flame
Until the day the baby came.
And now we could not get along
Without their laughter and their song.
Joy is not bottled on a shelf,
It cannot feed upon itself,
And even love, if it shall wear,
Must find its happiness in care;
Dull we'd become of mind and speech
Had we no little ones to teach.
No children in the house to play!
Oh, we could never live that way!
Edgar A. Guest
It must be hard to live that way!
I wonder what the people do
When night comes on and the work is through,
With no glad little folks to shout,
No eager feet to race about,
No youthful tongues to chatter on
About the joy that's been and gone?
The house might be a castle fine,
But what a lonely place to dine!
No children in the house at all,
No fingermarks upon the wall,
No corner where the toys are piled--
Sure indication of a child.
No little lips to breathe the prayer
That God shall keep you in His care,
No glad caress and welcome sweet
When night returns you to your street;
No little lips a kiss to give--
Oh, what a lonely way to live!
No children in the house! I fear
We could not stand it half a year.
What would we talk about at night,
Plan for and work with all our might,
Hold common dreams about and find
True union of heart and mind,
If we two had no greater care
Than what we both should eat and wear?
We never knew love's brightest flame
Until the day the baby came.
And now we could not get along
Without their laughter and their song.
Joy is not bottled on a shelf,
It cannot feed upon itself,
And even love, if it shall wear,
Must find its happiness in care;
Dull we'd become of mind and speech
Had we no little ones to teach.
No children in the house to play!
Oh, we could never live that way!
Edgar A. Guest
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
THE MORE YOU READ
The more that you read,the more things you will know.
The more that you learn, the more places you'll go.
-Dr. Seuss
The more that you learn, the more places you'll go.
-Dr. Seuss
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
COMMENTS PLEASE!
Working mothers are guinea pigs in a scientific experiment
to show that sleep is not necessary to human life.....
to show that sleep is not necessary to human life.....
Friday, November 19, 2010
LIGHT AND SOUND
Light travels faster than sound.
That's why some people appear bright
until you hear them speak!
That's why some people appear bright
until you hear them speak!
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
MY MOM
My mother used to say to me,
"Don't miss all the beautiful colors of the rainbow,
while looking for your pot of gold."
"Don't miss all the beautiful colors of the rainbow,
while looking for your pot of gold."
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