My family knew that I was deaf When I was only three, and since then fifteen years ago Have never signed to me. I know when I’m around the house, I try and use my voice, It makes them feel more comfortable; For me, I have no choice. I try, communicate their way- Uncomfortable for […]
without a home, and i felt undeserved.. For i complained i wasn’t served, as she slept under the sky dome.. I said i didn’t like my meal, and threw it on the street.. And she came from the shadows, thanking God another wound was healed, and picked it up on her bare feet.. Her scars […]
A child’s love is like a whisper, given in little ways we do not hear. But if you listen closely it will be very clear. They often do not say it loud, but in how they come to you… Daddy, will you play with me? Mommy, tie my shoe? The many ways they tell you, […]
A little boy once played so loud That the thunder, up in a thundercloud, Said, “Since I can’t be heard, why then I’ll never, never thunder again!” And a little girl once kept so still That she heard a fly on the window sill Whisper and say to a ladybird, – “She’s the stillest child […]
Hold him a little longer, Rock him a little more, Tell him another story (You’ve only told him four.) Let him sleep on your shoulder, Rejoice in his happy smile. He is only two and a half For such a little while!
How do I love you? Let me count the ways. I love you on your very best and very worst of days. I love to see you laughing and dancing in the rain; And even when you lose your shoes, I love you just the same. I love to hear you singing. I love to […]
If I could only see one child playing hockey at the Arena And winning the game once more If I could only see one child being safe in one place If I could only see this child smiling back at me If I could only tell this child that I am proud of him If […]
Many time I wish I could be younger for a while, No cares or responsibility Just that carefree child and smile. With wishes and dreams And plans and hopes, Yet many times it seems- The older I get, the harder to cope! I’ve grown from child to adult- I wonder what will be, I cannot […]
only a child can cry teardrops large enough to fill a bucket in seconds only a child has eyes that can draw you rapidly into their soul only a child has a heart that can be torn so brutally then laid out tenderly by soft pink hands
Long since I came into the school of Art, A child in works, but not a child in heart. Slowly I learn, by her instruction mild, To be in works a man, in heart a child.
