Toes in clovers, imagination soaring

Their hands are little for only a little while Hold them finger paint with them             play jacks with them Teach them how to hold             a kite rope and how to jump rope Let them hold worms and ladybugs             and pick clovers Show by example that hands are a heart’s             messenger with endless ways to create …

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Passing the Playground

I passed her on the playground I was once her Someday she’ll be me She was pushing a giggling girl in a fastened seat I watched Bouncing pig tails and kicking feet I smiled at her She smiled at me I wanted to pause my walk and tell her all I’ve learned along my motherly …

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