My daddy is very good,
just like my mom,
gets up very early,
I'm going to say hello.
I get on her knees,
and I get to ride,
ico, ico horse,
What good is my dad.
MY DADDY IS VERY GOOD
Read User's Comments(0)
EVERY DAY
Every day mom is prettier.
Each day I love you more.
The next day I miss most.
That's why every day with Mom worth more.
Family Poems
Your look of love
discover what others do not want to see.
your nobility
makes you appreciate what others despise.
Your selfless love
makes you defend small
others attack or belittle.
your presence
inspires confidence, love of life
and hope for a better future.
Morning
And calmed my soul to rest,
Now the dull blank of darkness flies,
Be thanked, be praised, and blest!
And as thou saved me in the night,
From anguish and dismay,
Lead through the labours of the light,
And dangers of the day.
Through from Thy laws I daily swerve,
Yet still Thy mercy grant;
Shield me from all that I deserve,
And grant me all I want.
However she's tempted to descend,
Keep reason on her throne;
From all men's passions me defend,
But chiefly from my own.
Autumn
Autumn is here my dear,
Put on your coat and hat.
Big bears begin their nap.
Brown leaves fall in your lap.
Autumn is here my dear,
Eat up your pumpkin pie.
Birds fly south in the sky.
Autumn is here my dear.
Beach
Making sand castles on the beach,
ice-cream dripping down my hand,
sailing on the deep blule sea,
diving down to find a shell.
Build a little snowman,
Build a little snowman,
starting with his feet.
Put on lot´s of snow,
And pat it all so neat.
Than make a round ball,
and put it on top.
Then the sun will come out,
and make the snowman hot.
I´m a little penguin
I´m a little penguin
in the snow
I slide on my tummy
to and fro
I eat the fish
from the deep
blue sea
I´m black and
white as you can see.
Mother’s Are The Sweetest
Our mother is the sweetest and
Most delicate of all.
She knows more of paradise
Than angels can recall.
Most delicate of all.
She knows more of paradise
Than angels can recall.
She’s not only beautiful
But passionately young,
Playful as a kid, yet wise
As one who has lived long.
But passionately young,
Playful as a kid, yet wise
As one who has lived long.
Her love is like the rush of life,
A bubbling, laughing spring
That runs through all like liquid light
And makes the mountains sing.
A bubbling, laughing spring
That runs through all like liquid light
And makes the mountains sing.
And makes the meadows turn to flower
And trees to choicest fruit.
She is at once the field and bower
In which our hearts take root.
And trees to choicest fruit.
She is at once the field and bower
In which our hearts take root.
She is at once the sea and shore,
Our freedom and our past.
With her we launch our daring ships
Yet keep the things that last.
Our freedom and our past.
With her we launch our daring ships
Yet keep the things that last.
Christmas is for Children
Christmas is for children
at least that’s what they say,
It’s time of wide-eyed wonder,
a magic holiday.
at least that’s what they say,
It’s time of wide-eyed wonder,
a magic holiday.
When candy canes and gingerbread
fill tummies with delight
And little sleepyheads try hard
to stay up through the night.
fill tummies with delight
And little sleepyheads try hard
to stay up through the night.
Yes, Christmas is for children
anyone will tell you so.
anyone will tell you so.
The twinkling, colored lights on trees
make youngsters’ eyes just glow!
Each package and each stocking
is approached with childish joy
And toys bring squeals of laughter
from each eager girl and boy.
make youngsters’ eyes just glow!
Each package and each stocking
is approached with childish joy
And toys bring squeals of laughter
from each eager girl and boy.
Yes, Christmas is for children
all they say is true.
all they say is true.
How wonderful that at Christmas time
grownups are children, too!
grownups are children, too!
Suscribirse a:
Entradas (Atom)