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A reader sent me this lovely poem about children…thanks Lori!
The Little People
A dreary place would be this earth
Were there no little people in it;
The song of life would lose its mirth,
Were there no children to begin it;
No little forms, like buds to grow,
And make the admiring heart surrender;
No little hands on breast and brow,
No little hands on breast and brow,
To keep the thrillling love chords tender.
The sterner souls would grow more stern,
Unfeeling nature more inhuman,
And man to utter coldness turn,
And man to utter coldness turn,
And woman would be less than woman.
Life’s song, indeed, would lose its charm,
Were there no babies to begin it;
A doleful place this world would be,
Were there no little people in it.
Were there no little people in it.
-John G. Whittier
5 comments
That first photo cracks me up! The caption could read: “Mama, please! I’m indecent!” What a stern look on that little face! 😛
What a wonderful poem!
What great pictures!
Thanks!
Hugs,
Carmen
ooo Brooks will get you for THAT picture when he is grown. LOVE IT!
A lovely poem and very pretty pictures. How precious.
Oh how lovely that poem was. I love the photos too!