When I look into the mirror I still see my childhood self Has tale tell signs that show up in the mirror Together, we would have escaped the world. When the kids would fall asleep in the bunks,Ī cuddle would be awaiting in front of the fireplace.Īnd savor our salty popcorn and sweet milk chocolate. My husband would sing silly songs and play his guitar,Īnd make my children blush with fiery laughter. Then we would roast marshmallows and make s’mores, Where I would read and watch my children play in the water. Maybe I will also have a treehouse, or a hammock, Where there would be a lake in my backyard. Parents are supposed to be able to provide help to children and navigate them in this confusing world.Ī cabin, perhaps, isolated from the world, We don’t do our children favors when we don’t provide guidance to them. In western society, there are so many options given to children that they often feel confused and lost. There is no manual for growing up or being mature. They must deal will all sorts of emotional, physical, psychological changes as they grow. The challenges that a child or a teenager faces throughout his/her life cycle are overwhelming. Poems about Growing up – Growing up is very challenging no matter how easy it may seem. For sure, children grow too fast! Be inspired to enjoy the years with your children.Poems about Growing up, Coming of age, and going through Adolescence. We hope the words here express thoughts of the years of growing that each child experiences. Morning and evening round thee love thou them,Īnd win their love in the rare, beauteous years. Thou hast the mother, but the child no more! In bringing thee her children to thy house! Thy daughter, wedded takes a frequent joy He lives! They live, and others spring to life He comes back home - he loves - he wins a maid. Weeping, thou watchest till he disappears, Then with his little traveling-pocket full Which fills their souls and floats before them now Much passes through their thoughts, -which is not thou,Īnd much allures their hearts, - which thou hast not. Lasts are they thine - no longer! When youth comes Morning- and evening round thee love thou them,Īnd win their love in these rare, beauteous years įor only while the short-lived dream of childhood Hold diligent converse with thy children! have them We, too, will have children who do not behave! Perhaps when we've grown up as solemn and grave, They are calmer and straighter and taller and colder. They bend and they nod at each whiff of a breeze,įor you see they are still just the children of trees.īut the birches below in the valley are older, The birches that dance on the top of the hillĪre so slender and young that they cannot keep still, Where joy shall bloom through childhood's hours. Remember the homes where the light has fled.Īnd the love that glows in youthful hearts. With a dower of wealth like this at home. Give thanks each mom for the sturdy boys. Your heart from the joy each day should reap. When our wee one flies to her mother's arms Wait not till the little hearts are still Your darlings still need your guiding hand Wait not till the little hands are at rest The frog that croaks, the lark that sings,īut just last night they stumped me, when In all these ways, children add to the wonder of being alive. We envy them the freshness of adventure and the discovery of life. We put them to bed with a sense of relief -Īnd greet them in the morning with delight and anticipation. We adults live a life of apprehension to what they think of us Ī life of defense against their terrifying energy Ī life of hard work to live up to their great expectations. They fill the earth with joy and good humor. The sweetest, for they are the freshest from the Hand of God. Children are the most wholesome part of the race,
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