Every day is like a beaded string

little memories held within

every action, word and deed

lingers silently in my mind

everyday is a precious ring

the same thing

never ending

yet in the circle of life

the joys and the feelings

rekindle the fires within

and wake up the sleeping soul

and as I close my eyes I see

the smiles of the blissful children

the fights and the wars

and plenty of playful yelling

the bed time battles

stories to bring slumber

to sweet little eyes

that wont surrender

chasing the rabbits through the woods

tracing the chipmunk's footprints on the snow

a scribble on the wall, a spill on the floor

little fingers and busy toes

the laughter and noise

that bring love and cheers

the cuddles and tears

that light up life

without them

the home would be bare

the days would be dark

and the silence will glare

Thank God for children!

How wonderful they are!