Post by Tace on May 5, 2007 21:51:45 GMT
just some I have picked up along the way off t'interweb...
The Extra Within
by Jenny Marrs
Each cell has an extra chromosome, so they say,
And all they can see is "There will be a delay."
A delay in development, "He won't walk before two."
A delay in his speech, "His words will be few."
A delay in cognition, "Will he read, will he write?"
The future predicted was not very bright.
He's proven them wrong about all of these things,
But that pales in comparison to the message he brings.
As an infant he had such an aura of love,
The warmth from his heart had to be from above.
His Granny once told us "I'm mysteriously drawn,
to a love, and a warmth, which is coming from John."
And who was he seeing in that spot in his room?
When he was laughing and cooing-I can only assume:
Was he talking with angels, were they causing his joy?
Were they already guiding this small baby boy?
Did they fill him with compassion and give him the gift
Of intuitively knowing when one needs a lift?
I've seen him so often just enter a room
Bringing sunshine and happiness, where before there was gloom.
His heart is wide open. He's genuine. He's true.
He has a charm and a sweetness which escapes very few.
A stranger once said "Children all lose their wings,
At about seven they move on to more worldly things."
He said that my child has a much greater plan,
He'd be keeping his wings and that he's touched by God's hand.
He's still learning and growing, but he's closer than most
To achieving God's perfection, yet it's him we diagnose.
Is it we who are lacking that one chromosome
And the enlightenment which leads us to our heavenly home?
John's working so hard to learn all worldly things,
He reads and he writes, he loves school, and he sings.
He's speaking quite well, yet still a man of few words
Because only in silence can God's voice be heard.
So sit at his feet, and listen if you dare
For this little child has such wisdom to share.
Just For This Morning...
Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry,
and pick you up and take you to the park to play.
Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink,
and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.
Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the
computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.
Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you
scream and whine for the ice cream
truck, and I will buy you one if he comes by.
Just for this afternoon, I won't worry! about what you are going to be when you grow up,
or second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned.
Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies,
and I won't stand over you trying to fix them.
Just for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonald's and buy us both a
Happy Meal so you can have both toys.
Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were
born and how much I love you.
Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get
angry.
Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.
Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my favorite TV shows.
Just for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as you
pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.
I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their missing children,
the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedrooms,
and mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly,
and screaming inside that they can't handle it anymore.
And when I kiss you good night I will hold you a little tighter, a
little longer. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask him for nothing,
except one more day.............
That one still gets me goin
You may not find things all in place,
Friend, when you enter here,
But, we're a home where children live,
We hold them very dear.
And you may find small fingerprints
And smudges on the wall.
When the kids are gone,
we'll clean them up
Right now, we're playing ball.
For there's one thing of which we're sure:
These children are on loan.
One day they're always underfoot,
Next thing you now, they're gone.
That's when we'll have a well-kept house
When they're off on their own.
Right now, this is where the children live:
A Loved and lived in home.
Kisses
The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 5-year-old daughter
for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper.
Money was tight and he became even more upset when the child pasted the gold paper
so as to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her
father the next morning and said,
"This is for you, Daddy."
The father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction ,
but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty.
He spoke to her in a harsh manner,
"Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be
something inside the package?"
The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said,
"Oh, Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full."
The father was crushed.
He fell on his knees and put his arms around his little girl,
and he begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short
time later and it is told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of his life.
And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the box
and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had
put it there. In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given a golden box filled
with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God.
There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
Its a bit long sorry
T xx
The Extra Within
by Jenny Marrs
Each cell has an extra chromosome, so they say,
And all they can see is "There will be a delay."
A delay in development, "He won't walk before two."
A delay in his speech, "His words will be few."
A delay in cognition, "Will he read, will he write?"
The future predicted was not very bright.
He's proven them wrong about all of these things,
But that pales in comparison to the message he brings.
As an infant he had such an aura of love,
The warmth from his heart had to be from above.
His Granny once told us "I'm mysteriously drawn,
to a love, and a warmth, which is coming from John."
And who was he seeing in that spot in his room?
When he was laughing and cooing-I can only assume:
Was he talking with angels, were they causing his joy?
Were they already guiding this small baby boy?
Did they fill him with compassion and give him the gift
Of intuitively knowing when one needs a lift?
I've seen him so often just enter a room
Bringing sunshine and happiness, where before there was gloom.
His heart is wide open. He's genuine. He's true.
He has a charm and a sweetness which escapes very few.
A stranger once said "Children all lose their wings,
At about seven they move on to more worldly things."
He said that my child has a much greater plan,
He'd be keeping his wings and that he's touched by God's hand.
He's still learning and growing, but he's closer than most
To achieving God's perfection, yet it's him we diagnose.
Is it we who are lacking that one chromosome
And the enlightenment which leads us to our heavenly home?
John's working so hard to learn all worldly things,
He reads and he writes, he loves school, and he sings.
He's speaking quite well, yet still a man of few words
Because only in silence can God's voice be heard.
So sit at his feet, and listen if you dare
For this little child has such wisdom to share.
Just For This Morning...
Just for this morning, I am going to step over the laundry,
and pick you up and take you to the park to play.
Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink,
and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together.
Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone and keep the
computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles.
Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you
scream and whine for the ice cream
truck, and I will buy you one if he comes by.
Just for this afternoon, I won't worry! about what you are going to be when you grow up,
or second guess every decision I have made where you are concerned.
Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies,
and I won't stand over you trying to fix them.
Just for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonald's and buy us both a
Happy Meal so you can have both toys.
Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were
born and how much I love you.
Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get
angry.
Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars.
Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my favorite TV shows.
Just for this evening when I run my finger through your hair as you
pray, I will simply be grateful that God has given me the greatest gift ever given.
I will think about the mothers and fathers who are searching for their missing children,
the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedrooms,
and mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their children suffer senselessly,
and screaming inside that they can't handle it anymore.
And when I kiss you good night I will hold you a little tighter, a
little longer. It is then, that I will thank God for you, and ask him for nothing,
except one more day.............
That one still gets me goin
You may not find things all in place,
Friend, when you enter here,
But, we're a home where children live,
We hold them very dear.
And you may find small fingerprints
And smudges on the wall.
When the kids are gone,
we'll clean them up
Right now, we're playing ball.
For there's one thing of which we're sure:
These children are on loan.
One day they're always underfoot,
Next thing you now, they're gone.
That's when we'll have a well-kept house
When they're off on their own.
Right now, this is where the children live:
A Loved and lived in home.
Kisses
The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 5-year-old daughter
for wasting a roll of expensive gold wrapping paper.
Money was tight and he became even more upset when the child pasted the gold paper
so as to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.
Nevertheless, the little girl brought the gift box to her
father the next morning and said,
"This is for you, Daddy."
The father was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction ,
but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty.
He spoke to her in a harsh manner,
"Don't you know, young lady, when you give someone a present there's supposed to be
something inside the package?"
The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said,
"Oh, Daddy, it's not empty. I blew kisses into it until it was full."
The father was crushed.
He fell on his knees and put his arms around his little girl,
and he begged her to forgive him for his unnecessary anger.
An accident took the life of the child only a short
time later and it is told that the father kept that gold box by his bed for all the years of his life.
And whenever he was discouraged or faced difficult problems he would open the box
and take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had
put it there. In a very real sense, each of us as human beings have been given a golden box filled
with unconditional love and kisses from our children, family, friends and God.
There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.
Its a bit long sorry
T xx