Treasure Our Children
Blessed be innocence,smiles from the heart,
Small dimpled fingers
that take things apart,
Noses that wrinkle
at spinach and such,
Eyes filled with wonder
for they see so much.
Blessed be questions
with no easy answers,
Bubble-bath swimmers
and mud-puddle dancers,
Climbers and diggers
and builders and bakers,
Dreamers and gigglers
and up-at-dawn wakers,
Hearts that are gentle,
wills that are strong,
Minds learning left from right,
and right from wrong.
Blessed be hugs
that wrap tight 'round your knees,
Sweet angel voices
that sigh, "Once more, please?"
Blessed be sleepy eyes,
each little yawn…
Blessed be childhood
before it is gone.
- Anne Foster
