Children's Corner; Poetry

CHILD'S EVENING HYMN

Now the day is over,

Night is drawing nigh,

Shadows of the evening

Steal across the sky.

Now the darkness gathers,

Stars begin to peep,

Birds and beasts and flowers

Soon will be asleep.

Jesus, give the weary

Calm and sweet repose;

With thy tenderest blessing

May our eyelids close.

Grant to little children

Visions bright of thee;

Guard the sailors tossing

On the deep blue sea.

Comfort every sufferer

Watching late in pain;

Those who plan some evil

From their sin restrain.

Through the long night-watches

May thine angels spread

Their white wings above me,

Watching round my bed.

When the morning wakens,

Then may I arise

Pure and fresh and sinless

In thy holy eyes.

Glory to the Father,

Glory to the Son,

And to thee, blessed Spirit,

Whilst all ages run.

Amen.

Sabine Baring Gould

Children's Corner: Poetry

THE DUSTMAN

When the toys are growing weary,

And the twilight gathers in;

When the nursery still echoes

With the children's merry din;

Then unseen, unheard, unnoticed

Comes an old man up the stair,

Lightly to the children passes,

Lays his hand upon their hair.

Softly smiles the good old Dustman;

In their eyes the dust he throws,

Till their little heads are falling,

And their weary eyes must close.

Then the Dustman very gently

Takes each little dimpled hand

Leads them through the sweet green shadows,

Far away in slumberland.

Frederic Edward Weatherly

Children's Corner; Poetry

Good Night!

On your pretty cradle-bed;

Shut your eye-peeps, now the day

And the light are gone away;

All the clothes are tucked in tight;

Little baby dear, good night.

How the bitter wind doth blow;

And the winter's snow and rain

Patter on the window-pane:

But they cannot come in here,

To my little baby dear.

Till the stormy night is past;

And the curtains warm are spread

Round about her cradle-bed:

So till morning shineth bright

Little baby dear, good night!

Little baby, lay your head

Yes, my darling, well I know

For the window shutteth fast,

Till the stormy night is past;

And the curtains warm are spread

Round about her cradle-bed:

So till morning shineth bright

Little baby dear, good night!

Author : Ann and Jane  Taylor

Children's Corner; Poetry

What Will You Be?

When you grow up what will you be?
Will you be tall like Dad or short like me?
Will your hair be dark like it is right now?
Or will it turn amber, or auburn, or brown?

Will you run fast with agility and grace?
Or fall behind in a slower pace?
Will words come quickly to your mouth and hand?
Or will mathematics and numbers be your plan?

Whatever you choose and wherever you go,
May you always understand and know,
That you are loved, not for what you do,
But because you're special - because you're you.

 Author: unknown

Children's Corner; Poetry

I Ain't Been to School


By: Robert Pottle




I ain’t been to school,
not never before.
That’s all changin’ now
as I run through the door.

I drool on my worksheet
then chew on a book.
I eat off the floor
and growl at the cook.
I drink from the toilet.
I spill all the glue.
I lick my new teacher
and leak on her shoe.
The principal says that
I broke every rule.
I just learnt the reason
dogs can’t go to school.


Text © Robert Pottle, reprinted from I'm Allergic to School, published by Meadowbrook Press. Illustration © Mike & Carl Gordon. Any copying or use of this poem or illustration without consent is unlawful.

Children's Corner; Poetry

God is Near

God is with us all the time
Making sure we're safe and fine;
Taking care of all our needs
And helping us to do good deeds.


In summer heat and winter cold
We always have His hand to hold
And though we're worried, glad or sad
We're daily cared for by our Dad.


God is near, in fact He's here
And we don't have to live in fear
Of anything or anyone
When we have faith in God's own Son.

by Belinda van Rensburg

© 2012

Everyone Please be sure to check out this link for the author's website, I personally found all poetry to be enlightening, uplifting, and inspiring and I'm sure you will too!!

http://www.kevinvr.org/belindaspoetry/id8.html

Children' Corner ; Poetry

A Child's Love

On a hill far away 

where a wooden cross stood, 

A child was kneeling, A Child's Love

On a hill far away 

where a wooden cross stood, 

A child was kneeling, 

praying hard as he could. 

His hands pointed northward, 

folded ever so tightly, 

His mind clear and focused

on the Lord God Almighty. 

His prayer today

was for those he loves dearly. 

His father, his mother, 

and his baby bro' Billy. 

Take care of our needs, Lord, 

though I know that you will. 

Bless daddy, and mommy, and

my baby bro' Bill. 

Watch over our house

and keep us from Sin, 

Come enter Lord Jesus. 

Come Enter. 

Come In. 

Copyright (c) July 7, 2000 

Joe Medrek

Children's Corner; Poetry

All These Things

by Belinda van Rensburg

Jesus cares for you and me
For all the fishes in the sea
For crawling snakes and birds that fly
Upon the earth and in the sky.

Little bugs that buzz and hop
Horses galloping clip clop
Ponies prancing; dolphins dancing
Love birds kissing and romancing.

Sharp-eyed eagles that can soar
Mighty ocean waves that roar
Bleating lambs and chimps that swing
Refreshing showers in the Spring.

All these things and so much more
Jesus Christ loves and adores
He made each thing and everyone
Who lives under the smiling sun. 

© 2010

Children's Corner: Poetry

"Ode to an Infant Daughter"

I thought a rose the fairest thing
That I could ever see
Until I saw this little girl 
That God had given me

Of music's finest part I thought
That I had heard the whole
Until my daughter's little cry
Brought music to my soul.

My arms I thought had borne their share
Of life's most perfect part
Until I held this tiny form
Against my joy-filled heart

I thought the greatest joy was mine
That any one could know
But then I only held the cup
Which now doth overflow

 Author: unknown

Children's Corner; Poetry

The Child

I was the child
Who got raped
I was the child
That held it all in
I was the child
Giving the dirty slate
I was the child
Given this sin
I am the child
Who told a friend
I am the child
My pain now ends
I am the child
With a fresh start
I am the child
Forgiveness in my heart
I am the child
My love will show
I am the child
Who has let this go

 

Brie Carter

 

Childen's Corner; Poetry

Eyes of a child

Eyes of a child
Such gems in stones
Staring you close
Still as blue sky
They don't lie
Their sun is shining
While you are crying

Eyes of a child
Day or night
I got no light
Free as a child
I can be wild
Eyes of a child

Let them go, into the snow
Without your grace
There's a lot more to know
Just glance over their face

It's the eye of a child
Free and wild

Child don't think too much
Ain't no worry as such
Joy driven life they live
Half-a-soul they give

It's the eyes of a child
Free and wild

Save me child
Save me child
Set me free and wild
Eyes of my child

Siddharth Shah

Children's Corner; Poetry

"baby"

I wonder if you ever dreamed…

About me and the world unrevealed

I wonder if you ever smiled…

Whenever I talk to you from the outside



~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*



I feel butterflies within…

Is that you that I am feeling?

I feel happy when you do that…

Now let’s see, what else do you have?



~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*



Every night I want to dream of you…

Hold your face and kiss you

Feel your soft skin and smell it…

Give you a hug and tickle your feet



~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*



That is real enough for me…

To see you in my dreams and hold you tenderly

However, I still can’t wait to see…

My precious little gift… my baby.

 Author: Unknown

Children's Corner; Poetry

"A Parent's Blessing"

When you come into this World,
our lives will be disarrayed,
but don't you ever worry baby,
you'll never be betrayed.
You're a miracle to us both and
you haven't even arrived
although you have already lived longer,
than some others even survived.
You'll be our best friend,
for the rest of all mankind,
We would do anything for you,
whatever is on your mind.
Don't ever think that we don't love you,
cause that is far from true,
We'll be Mom and Dad forever,
and love you your whole life through.

 Author: Rachel Kline

Children's Corner; Poetry

"A Father's Prayer"

Lord I'm asking for Your help
To raise my newborn son,
Give me strength and guide me
‘Cause I know that You're the one.That sent this angel to me
A little heaven here on earth,
For now I know my place in life...
I'm no longer who comes first.Once I had no answer
As to why it is I'm here,
But when I looked into my baby's eyes....
It all became so clear.This little bit of heaven
Owns me, heart and soul
And it's You that sent him to me
A greater love I'll never know.So take these rugged hands of mine
Help me to understand,
Just what it is I need to do
To raise this little man.Help me build a boy that knows
It's You that holds the key,
To all that heaven holds for us
Show him Your love through me.

 Author: Unknown

Children's Corner: Poetry

"A Babies Bath"

A baby in a tub is a beautiful site to see,
She giggles and she laughs while
you make her clean as can be!

She throws bubbles in your face,
Having oh, so much fun!
A baby in a bath is good times - homespun!

She splashes in the water with such delight,
While you count each precious little finger and toe,
A drop of water drips onto her face,
Causing her to crinkle up that beautiful little nose!

When splash time is over you pick her up,
You wrap her tightly in a towel,
She releases a big hiccup!

You hug her oh so gently,
Pat her down until she's dry,
She smells so fresh, so clean,
It makes you want to cry!

For baby days go by so fast,
She's growing everyday,
Now all you find yourself wanting to do,
Is keep her out of harm's way.

Next thing you know she's all grown up,
She now has a life of her own,
You dig out all the baby pictures and just
hope and pray that you have sown....

Sown good seeds in her heart and mind,
So that as her life moves on she will be able to find...
The happiness, the contentment,
The peace she once knew,
Back when she was a baby in a bath,
At about age 2!

 Author: Unknown

Thank God you’re NOT MY MOM!!!

    This morning I woke up, and after finishing my motherly chores (cleaning up my baby, feeding him, etc.) I opted to check on the news updates, and see what was going on in the world, but what I saw really shocked me, and the reason for this is because no one seems to think there is anything wrong with it. Claire Goss, a mother of three and part time blogger, came out to the world saying she doesn't have the time to bathe her baby and that she does bathe him maybe once a week, but she does admit that she does go longer. I was personally filled with rage after hearing about it in an online forum and then watching parents advocate for this fact. How is it possible that bathing your child is hurting their skin? Last time I checked if they're not changed regularly they get rashes so how can they not bathe regularly? And why is the nation agreeing with such a mockery of parenting; we aren't allowed to spank children for its abuse, but letting them go for days or weeks without a bathe isn't a crime?

    In her blog post Claire states that her pediatrician's office says that there is no need to bathe babies daily and that it causes dry skin. I sincerely don't understand how bathing can contribute to dry skin, maybe the soaps or water being used but not the simple act of bathing. Also there is plenty of merchandise on sale everywhere that can be used to lubricate a baby's skin, organic, cheep or otherwise; lotion, Vaseline, baby oil, etc. Being that I am from the Caribbean, U.S Virgin Islands people seem to think that it is more necessary to bathe a child here as opposed to the U.S mainland, my question is though if that deductive reasoning was derived through weather patterns, then I don't understand how they would still insist that bathing a child in Georgia during the summer would cause complications or that it wouldn't be necessary seeing as the heat index clearly indicates that many states are habitually hotter than in the Caribbean due to humidity.

    I am a part of an online community of parents and educators, of which both groups seem to have slightly different opinions, but none are saying what I personally think they should which is "This is wrong:". Any advocate for children or a parent with a heart would treat their own child as they would treat themselves, with that being said how many parents don't bathe for a week or more because it may cause dry skin. I tried to reach out to my personal pediatrician, but they were unavailable within their office this morning and in the afternoons usually she's at the hospital. Child care is one thing that is done universally but in different ways. It is not my intent to 'condemn' those who choose alternative practices, but I would implore upon those 'modern parents' to seek knowledge in the area prior to implementing new practices and be prepared to be scrutinized especially if you have no reason for your actions other than 'Mother knows best'.

 

While I'm sure that the original blog post by Claire Goss and the Good Moring America interview are linked within my blog page I would like to share once more so everyone can get all the information I did before commenting. If anyone would like to discuss this further or provide any other insights they are more than welcome, even if not aligned with mine. Please comment or email me at usvi.childhood.learning@gmail.com

 

GMA Interview https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XC_honYXGUc&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Original post by Claire Goss http://babble.com/baby/i-dont-bathe-my-baby/

I sincerely don't understand what they found funny; mothers Usually know best but w/ there females I am not certain.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XC_honYXGUc&feature=youtube_gdata_player

Children's Corner: Poetry

A Message for My Child 

I wish that I could show you
all the things that I have seen.

I wish that I could take you
everywhere that I have been.

I wish that I could indicate
the places where I fell,

And keep you, thus, from tripping
on those “rougher” spots as well.

I wish that I could do all this
and save you from the strife.

But I know that I’d be sparing you
the lessons of your life.

And you must learn those lessons
as hard as that may be,

Just know that you will always have
a helping hand from me.

–© 1999 jessica wesolek

A beautiful poem by the talented Ann Taylor depicting the bond between mother and child.

The Baby's Dance
~Ann Taylor

Dance, little baby, dance up high, Never mind baby, mother is by; Crow and caper, caper and crow, There little baby, there you go:
Up to the ceiling, down to the ground,
Backwards and forwards, round and round.
Then dance, little baby, and mother shall sing,
With the merry gay coral, ding, ding, a-ding, ding.