Treasure Island

Dr John Celes

(14-2-1957 / Coimbatore, Tamilnadu, India)

Children – God’s Precious Gifts to Man


Children are precious gifts from God,
Who make the family joyous and wholesome;
A life without children would seem so odd;
Any number of children is welcome!

And children nowadays are almost friends:
Most lovable and pretty, smart and cute;
Children are earthly angels, who God sends;
Their songs and laughter turn to be our lute!

Children add meaning to our earthly life;
Children bring smiles upon a sullen face;
Children distract us when we land in strife;
Children give us the heaven’s road and gaze!

Submitted: Thursday, September 05, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 06, 2013

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Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-05-2013

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