100 YEARS FROM NOW
One hundred years from now
It will not matter
What kind of car I drove,
What kind of house I lived in,
How much I had in my bank,
Nor what my clothes looked like.
One hundred years from now
It will not matter
What kind of school I attended,
What kind of typewriter I used,
How large or small my church,
But the world may be ...
a little better because...
I was important in the life of a child.
~~ Author Unknown ~~
MY DEAR CHILD
You are the poem
I dreamed of writing
the masterpiece
I longed to paint.
You are the shining star
I reached for In my
ever hopeful quest
for life fulfilled...
You are my child.
Now with all things
I am blessed.
~~ Author Unknown ~~
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Mary Engelbreit's Mother Goose:
One Hundred Best-Loved Verses
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