Generation Cedar

I love little shoes
I love little dolls;
I love little trucks
I love little balls.
All these little objects
Scattered here and there,
Mean that little people are running everywhere!

And what could be more pleasant
Or bring me more delight,
Than morning baby giggles
And sleepy hugs at night?

When I’m feeling fussy
At the smudges on the pane,
I place my hand against the print,
And wish they’d stay the same.

Some people go to work each day
And build skyscrapers grand,
But the Master-builder helps me build
the kind that forever stands!

2 Responses

  1. Kelly, That is beautiful. You are a true hero to me. You encourage me when the days get long and rough. Keep up the good work. I don’t know how you balance everything, but you challenge me. Thanks!!


  2. Kelly,
    That is such a sweet poem. I’m going to post it on my blog and on my fridge! Thank you! I’ve loved all of your posts…keep ’em comin’!


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