Mondays child is fair of face Tuesdays child is full of Grace Wednesdays child is full of woe Thursdays child has far to go Fridays child is loving and giving Saturdays child works hard for its living But the child that is born on the Sabbath Day Is bonny and blithe and good and gay
Each night I tuck you into bed, I brush my hand across your head, and in each tiny little fist I place a magic mommy kiss.
Full of love and hope so bright To keep you safely through the night, Mommy kisses in your hand To guide you off to slumberland.
If you should dream of monsters mean Or witches with faces masked in green, Of snakes that squeeze you oh-so-tight Or darkness with no sign of light.
When nightmares hold you stiff with fear A part of mommy still is near, Just open up your hand and blow One mommy kiss and nightmares go.
Sometimes you get discouraged, because I am so small And leave my little fingerprints On furniture and walls. But everyday I'm growing And soon will be so tall That all these little fingerprints Will be difficult to recall. So here's a little handprint That you can put away So you will know how my fingers looked On this special day.
Precious one, So small, So sweet
Dancing in on angel feet Straight from Heaven's brightest star
What a miracle you are!
Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray my sanity to keep. For if some peace I do not find, I'm pretty sure I'll lose my mind.
I pray I find a little quiet Far from the daily family riot May I lie back--not have to think about what they're stuffing down the sink, or who they're with,
or where they're at and what they're doing to the cat.
I pray for time all to myself (did something just fall off a shelf?) To cuddle in my nice, soft bed (Oh no, another goldfish--dead!)
Some silent moments for goodness sake (Did I just hear a window break?) And that I need not cook or clean-- (well heck, I've got the right to dream)
Yes now I lay me down to sleep, I pray my wits about me keep, But as I look around I know-- I must have lost them long ago!
A Mother has so many things to do, From washing, ironing, cleaning to tying a shoe. She scrubs, she mends, she cooks and sews, She bathes the children and washes their clothes. When they forget to wash their faces clean, And their clothes are the muddiest you've ever seen, Who repairs the clothes and scrubs them like new? Of course, that is what a Mother will do.
Who becomes the doctor or the nurse when they are ill, Applying a bandage or giving them a pill? Who becomes a teacher when a child has homework? She must never her duty shirk. Who becomes a detective to find a toy or a book? For missing things she must look and look? Who becomes a listener to every heartache, To every accomplishment that a child makes? Who scolds their children when they are naughty, Or remind them of God when they are to haughty? Who tends her family with love and patience, too? Of course that is what a Mother will do.
Mom's smiles can brighten any moment, Mom's hugs put joy in all our days, Mom's love will stay with us forever and touch our lives in precious ways...
The values you've taught, the care you've given, and the wonderful love you've shown, have enriched my life in more ways than I can count.
I Love you Mom!
There are times when only a Mother's love Can understand our tears, Can soothe our disappoints And calm all of our fears.
There are times when only a Mother's love Can share the joy we feel When something we've dreamed about Quite suddenly is real.
There are times when only a Mother's faith Can help us on life's way And inspire in us the confidence We need from day to day.
For a Mother's heart and a Mother's faith And a Mother's steadfast love Were fashioned by the Angels And sent from God above...
Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky, Hundreds of shells on the shore together, Hundreds of birds that go singing by, Hundreds of birds in the sunny weather.
Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn, Hundreds of bees in the purple clover, Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn, But only one mother the wide world over.
Authors Unknown
A Father means so many things... A understanding heart, A source of strength and of support Right from the very start. A constant readiness to help In a kind and thoughtful way. With encouragement and forgiveness No matter what comes your way. A special generosity and always affection, too A Father means so many things When he's a man like you...
God took the strength of a mountain, The majesty of a tree, The warmth of a summer sun, The calm of a quiet sea, The generous soul of nature, The comforting arm of night, The wisdom of the ages, The power of the eagle's flight, The joy of a morning in spring, The faith of a mustard seed, The patience of eternity, The depth of a family need, Then God combined these qualities, When there was nothing more to add, He knew His masterpiece was complete, And so, He called it ... Dad
Thank you for the laughter, For the good times that we share, Thanks for always listening, For trying to be fair.
Thank you for your comfort, When things are going bad, Thank you for the shoulder, To cry on when I'm sad.
A Dad is a person who is loving and kind, And often he knows what you have on your mind. He's someone who listens, suggests, and defends. A dad can be one of your very best friends!
He's proud of your triumphs, but when things go wrong, A dad can be patient and helpful and strong
In all that you do, a dad's love plays a part. There's always a place for him deep in your heart. And each year that passes, you're even more glad, More grateful and proud just to call him your dad
A little girl needs Daddy For many, many things: Like holding her high off the ground Where the sunlight sings!
Like being the deep music That tells her all is right When she awakens frantic with The terrors of the night.
Like being the great mountain That rises in her heart And shows her how she might get home When all else falls apart.
Like giving her the love That is her sea and air, So diving deep or soaring high She'll always find him there
Grandma's Hugs are Made of Love
Everything my grandma does
is something special made with love.
She take time to add the extra touch
that says, "I love you very much."
She fixes hurts with a kiss and smile
and tell good stories grandma-style.
It's warm and cozy on her lap
for secret telling or a nap.
And when I say my prayer at night,
I ask God to bless and hold her tight.
Cause when it comes to giving hugs
my grandma's arms are filled with love
Two tiny feet That wave in the air Two tiny hands That tug at your hair Cute bottom for patting Adorable face A bundle of joy To love and embrace
Few can bring the warmth
We can find in their embrace,
And little more is needed to bring love.
Than the smile on their face.
How do I know my youth has been spent: Because my get-up-and-go, got up and went But in spite of all that, I'm able to grin When I think where my get-up-and-go has been
Old age is golden, I've heard it said, But sometimes I wonder as I go to bed My ears are in a drawer, my teeth in a cup, My eyes on a table until I wake up
When I was young my slippers were red I could kick my heels right over my head When I grew older my slippers were blue But I could still dance the whole night thru
Now that I am old my slippers are black I walk to the corner and puff my way back The reason I know my youth is spent My get-up-and-go got up and went
I get up each morning dust off my wits Pick up the paper and read the "orbits" If my name is missing, I know I'm not dead So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed
"While we honour all our mothers with words of love and praise. While we tell about their goodness and their kind and loving ways. We should also think of Grandma, she's a mother too, you see.... For she mothered my dear mother as my mother mothers me."
Grandmother you are like a patchwork quilt So cozy and warm. Just the smell of coffee Reminds me of your wisdom and charm.
I know I can always come to you When lost or alone. For you always comfort me And make me feel at home.
You are the silver lining of a cloudy day. And I know whom can trust when clouds blow my way. Grandmother, your hugs and kisses Will be stored in my heart each day.
Few can bring the warmth We can find in their embrace, And little more is needed to bring love. Than the smile on their face.
They've a supply of precious stories, Yet they've time to wipe a tear, Or give us reasons to make us laugh, They grow more precious through the years.
I believe that God sent us Grandparents As our legacy from above, To share the moments of our life, As extra measures of His love.
Grandmas are for stories about things of long ago. Grandmas are for caring about all the things you know... Grandmas are for rocking you and singing you to sleep, Grandmas are for giving you nice memories to keep... Grandmas are for knowing all the things you're dreaming of...
Childhood Doesn't Wait
I was sitting on a bench while in a nearby mall, When I noticed a young mother with two children who were small.
The youngest one was whining, "Pick me up," I heard him beg but the mother's face grew angry as the child clung to her leg.
"Don't hang on to me," she shouted as she pushed his hands away, I wish I'd had the courage to go up to her and say...
"The time will come too quickly when those little arms that tug, Won't ask for you to hold them or won't freely give a hug.
"The day will sneak up subtly just as it did with me, When you can't recall the last time that your child sat on your knee.
"Like those sacred, pre-dawn feedings when we cherished time alone Our babies grow and leave behind those special times we've known.
"So when your child comes to you with a book that you can share, Or asks that you would tuck him in and help him say his prayer...
"When he comes to sit and chat or would like to take a walk, Before you answer that you can't `cause there's no time to talk"
Remember what all parents learn so many times too late, That years go by too quickly and that childhood doesn't wait.
"Take every opportunity, if one should slip away Reach hard to get it back again, don't wait another day." I watched that mother walk away her children followed near, I hope she'll pick them up before her chances disappear
A friend is like a flower -- a rose to be exact, Or maybe like a brand new gate --that never comes unlatched A friend is like an owl, both beautiful and wise Or perhaps a friend is like a ghost, whose spirit never dies. A friend is like those blades of grass -- you can never mow, standing straight, tall, and proud -- in a perfect little row A friend is like a heart that goes --strong until the end. Where would we be in this world -- if we didn't have a friend.
A friend is someone we turn to When our spirits need a lift, A friend is someone we treasure For our friendship is a gift, A friend is someone who fills our lives With Beauty, Joy, and Grace And makes the world we live in A Better and Happier Place.
Among Life's precious jewels, Genuine and rare, The one that we call friendship Has worth beyond compare."
Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don't walk behind me, I may not lead. Just walk beside me and be my friend forever
I prayed for you before we met, not knowing who you'd be. I asked the Lord to send a friend. One chosen just for me.
Friendship is a Golden Chain, The links are friends so dear, And like a rare and precious jewel It's treasured more each year...
It's clasped together firmly With a love that's deep and true, And it's rich with happy memories and fond recollections, too...
Time can't destroy its beauty For, as long as memory lives, Years can't erase the pleasure That the joy of friendship gives...
As we walk our path of life, We meet people everyday. Most are simply met by chance. But, some are sent our way.
These become special friends Whose bond we can't explain; The ones who understand us And share our joy and pain
You're really thoughtful sweet and kind A friend like you is hard to find I know I've told you once or twice That I think you are very nice
But someone who's as great as you Should be told more often than I do And so I send these words with love Why did I send them?.....just because
When you are sad I will dry your tears When you are scared I will comfort your fears
When you are worried I will give you hope When you are confused I will help you cope
When you are lost And can't see the light I shall be your beacon Shining ever so bright
This is my oath I pledge till the end Why you may ask Because you're a friend
I know your secrets and you know mine When you need me, I'll help you anytime
To see you hurt, to see you cry, Makes me weep and want to die
And if you agree to never fight, It wouldn't matter who's wrong or right
If a broken heart needs a mend, I'll be right there until the end.
If your cheeks are wet from drops of tears, don't worry and let go of your fears
Hand in hand love is sent, We'll be friends until the end
