Mon, Jul-14-03, 02:39
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Senior Member
Posts: 384
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Plan: CAD
Stats: 434/397/170
BF:50%
Progress: 14%
Location: Pacific Northwest - USA
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Dear Cyndi, Welcome Back! and Congratulations on your baby daughter.
I have a poem I'l like to share with with you as small gift to your children.... I sung it ever so often to my little ones who are now 26 and 28 years old! And they still like to sing it to them!
Goodnight Kiss
by Steve and Annie Chapman
I count it as a privilege; I count it cause for praise
to kiss my children goodnight at the close of everyday.
For I know too soon they're gone and walking out the door.
And I'll never have a child to kiss goodnight any more.
It's strange how times have changed from the present to the past.
When did they grow so quickly the time has flown so fast.
For it seems like only yesterday I helped him with his shirt,
or pat my baby on the back, or kissed away a hurt.
Tell a story, read a book, wipe a nose, or tie a shoe.
They never ask me to rub their backs the way they used to do.
Once it was a bother, just a troublesome kind of chore.
But now I would give anything to do it just once more.
Mommy, bounce me on your knee. Daddy, flip me in the air.
Throw a rubber ball to me and help me comb my hair.
Mommy, tickle my tummy... Daddy, hold me high.
Let's go outside, for a while, or make a kite to fly...
I count it as a privilege; I count it cause for praise
To kiss my children goodnight at the close of everyday.
For I know too soon they're gone and walking out the door.
And I'll never have a child to kiss Goodnight anymore!
Take Care Cyndi.... and kisses good night,
~Pam
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