Children Are . . . Poem by Meiji Stewart plus article | BrainPowerBoy.com

Children Are . . . Poem

The Poem Children Are.by Meiji Stewart should be shared with others. This beautiful poem makes us think about how children should be treated.

The Children's Hour - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow about his three little girls.   It links to a great website called Boston literary history . Com.

The Children's Hour - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow about his three little girls. It links to a great website called Boston literary history .

Inspirational Poems | children-learn-what-they-live

Children learn what they live.We had this poem on our bedroom wall as kids

Miss you so much! ♡

You Never Said Goodbye: A Poem About Losing a Loved One ~ Teach Me Genealogy I love you dad, and miss you so damn much

The little ones we longed for were here and quickly gone but the love that was then planted is a light that still shines on. And though our arms are empty our hearts know what to do. Every beating of my heart says “I Remember You!”  | followpics.co

The little ones we longed for were here and quickly gone but the love that was then planted is a light that still shines on. And though our arms are empty our hearts know what to do. Every beating of my heart says “I Remember You!

The Poem Farm: Shell Teeth - The Private Eye | growing poetry and lessons for all ages...  This poem could be used to teach children to write from drawing or to teach children about metaphor - mini lessons are always included at The Poem Farm, Amy Ludwig VanDerwater's ad-free, searchable blog full of hundreds of poems, poem mini lessons, and poetry ideas for home and classroom - www.poemfarm.amylv.com

The Poem Farm: Shell Teeth : this is beautiful i can relate because i collect shells :)

Me:  As long as I live I shall always be me Myself and no other, Just me.  Like a tree. Willow, elder, Aspen, thorn, Or cypress forlorn.  Like a flower, For it's hour Primrose or pink, Or a violet Sunned by the sun, And with dewdrops wet.  Always just me.               ~Walter de la Mare

Poetry & Structure: Falling in Love… and Holding it Together — A Guest Blog Post by Amy Ludwig VanDerwater

If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.

this is naive but i needed that right now. im no greater than other humans, i should give into the stupid sometime.

The secret places of the soul

The secret places of the soul

“We cannot turn back the pages of time, though we may wish to relive a happy moment, or say goodbye just one last time. We never can, because the sands of time continue to fall and we cannot turn the hourglass over.” We are all living in those last time moments. We may {Read More}

The Last Time

The Last a Time. A beautiful poem about all of the "lasts" that come with a child growing up. I wish I could have one more time of rocking my baby to sleep!

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