LITTLE ONE

Little one with eyes so blue,
Do you know how I love you?
Do you know how your bright smile
Makes a day seem more worthwhile?
When you smile, your eyes do too,
Making smiles all over you.
First you charm me with your smile,
Then you laugh a little while.
How I love it when you coo,
Also when you giggle too.
You are precious, little child,
With your ways gentle and mild.
There is something special too
Lying somewhere within you.
I see that something in your smile.
I can't explain it, little child;
But someday you will know it too
That special quality in you
That makes the day more worthwhile
When you flash that shining smile.
So, little one, just know it's true
That I really do love you.

~~~Copyright July, 1982 ~ Sandra S. Anderegg

I LIKE

I like so very many things my Heavenly Father made -
The birds and butterflies and trees with lots of shade
The green grass like a carpet, The sun that shines so bright
The early morning hours and the quiet of twilight,
The stars that twinkle in the sky, the ocean's mighty roar,
The feel of sand between my toes, I could think of more.
But I think what I like the best are little girls and boys.
It doesn't matter whether they are quiet or making noise.
It's just that they are special in such nice little ways.
And they can fill a heart with love so fast it can amaze.
So, even though there are a lot of things I like,
One of my most favorite is just a little tyke.

~~~Copyright July 31, 1983 ~ Sandra S. Anderegg

LITTLE PEOPLE

Of all the people in the world I like little ones the best.
It seems they live more honestly than any of the rest.

They are so innocently frank in all they say or do.
It makes me wonder why we can't be like that too.

They come right out and tell you exactly how they feel,
Instead of how we cover up and hide that which is real.

It seems that if we listened, we'd learn a thing or two.
Then maybe like the children we could be honest too.

Our Savior told us in His Word "Come as a little child".
I guess He knew it only works if we are meek and mild.

We must, like little people, just put our trust in Him
And He will keep us in His arms the way He does with them.

So, let's come to our Jesus like little children fair,
And rest so gently in His love and never leave from there.

~~~Copyright July 31, 1983 ~ Sandra S. Anderegg

HANDWRITING ON THE WALL

A weary mother returned from the store,
Lugging groceries through the kitchen door.
Awaiting her arrival was her 8 year old son,
Anxious to relate what his younger brother had done.

"While I was out playing and Dad was on a call,
T.J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall!
It's on the new paper you just hung in the den.
I told him you'd be mad at having to do it again."

She let out a moan and furrowed her brow,
"Where is your little brother right now?"
She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride,
She marched to his closet where he had gone to hide.

She called his full name as she entered his room.
He trembled with fear--he knew that meant doom!
For the next ten minutes, she ranted and raved
About the expensive wallpaper and how she had saved.

Lamenting all the work it would take to repair,
She condemned his actions and lack of care.
The more she scolded, the madder she got,
Then stomped from his room, completely distraught.

She headed for the den to confirm her fears.
When she saw the wall, her eyes flooded with tears.
The message she read pierced her soul like a dart.
It said, "I love Mommy," surrounded by a heart.

Well, the wallpaper remained, just as she found it,
With an empty picture frame hung to surround it.
A reminder to her, and indeed to all,
Take time to read the handwriting on the wall.

~~~Unknown Author~~~

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