Here’s a sweet little poem that I’ve always liked. Someday maybe I’ll print it on some watercolor paper and make it into some sort of art for the wall. It puts me back in a better mood on some of those days!
Send the Children to Bed With a Kiss
(author unknown)
Oh, mothers, so weary, discouraged,
Worn out with the cares of the day,
You often grow cross and impatient,
Complain of the noise and the play.
For the day brings many vexations,
So many things go amiss.
But, mothers, whatever may vex you,
Send the children to bed with a kiss.
The dear little feet often wander,
Perhaps from the pathways of right.
The dear little hands find new mischief
To try you from morning ’til night.
But think of the desolate mothers
Who’d give all the world for your bliss.
And as thanks for your infinite blessings,
Send the children to bed with a kiss.
The silence will hurt you far more.
You will long for the sweet childish voices,
For a sweet childish face at the door.
And to press a child’s face to your bosom,
You’d give all the world just for this.
For the comfort t’will give you in sorrow,
Send the children to bed with a kiss.
Happy Thursday!
~Alicia