Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Whispers


A child's love is like a whisper,
Given in little ways we do not hear;
But if you listen closely
It will be very clear.
They often do not say it loud
But in how they come to you--
Daddy, will you play with me?
Mommy, tie my shoe.
The many ways they tell you
Change as they grow--
Dad, I've made the team today!
Mom, I've got to go!
Pop, I need some money;
You see, there's . . .
This girl at school.
Mama, I met a boy today,
And, wow, I thinks he's so cool!
Dad, I've got something to tell you,
I think that she's the one.
Mom, he asked me to marry him,
Would you love him as your son?
Dad, I've got some news for you,
It's gonna be a boy!
Mom, I'm kind of scared of this,
Yet I'm filled with joy!
A child's love is like a whisper,
Given in little ways we do not hear.
But if you listen closely
It will be very clear.
They often do not say it loud
But in how they come to you--
Grandpa, will you play with me?
Grandma, tie my shoe?
It is never-ending,
A blessing from above.
Listen to the whispers
Of your child's love.


(Author Unknown)