Poems About: CHILD
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265.Just Like A Child Would
A tailspin is dimming...
Everybody's quality of life.
With a greed fixation whipping winds. read more »Lawrence S. Pertillar
266.Parentage Is Guarding Lineage And Heritage!
your children may look your children,
By you and the whole world,
even the children believe this is true. read more »Ramdas Bhandarkar
267.A Mother's Lament
my child, my child, i am so afraid
my child, my child, please forgive me read more »Pilar (Pia) Mogollon
I am seeing the child in the cradle
It is so happy and enjoying
Its beautiful smiles so pretty to observe
just like the roses in the garden read more »Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
History can not be rewritten nor is absolution an absolute cure
Man's reason and purpose is to protect the innocent and the pure read more »chuck Hurley
I am a Vagabond child
I am a Vagabond child
I am a Vagabond child read more »Salem Egoh
271.Remember Me, The Child! Michael Jackson: In His Own Words!
Remember me, the child!
Look past the man, deep into the innocence of my eyes
A towering giant of a man before I was grown
Still, searching for the childhood I have never known read more »Sean John
272.I was a Child
I was not the one
Who killed my father
I was quite young
When he died. read more »samuel munachim
273.Song of Wink Star
The Song of Wink Star
a happy story for children of all ages
story and text © Raj Arumugam, June 2008 read more »Raj Arumugam
274.Home is the first school and mother is the first teacher
Home is the first school and mother is the first teacher
Parents are the builder of children’s characters and minds,
The mother won’t be a fighter but should be a well preacher,
If she is an illiterate she must carry her children to tuition, read more »Mazid S Kazi , INDIA
275.Different countries, but still children from the soil
Different countries, but still children from the soil
Lord creator of heaven and earth
Thank you for the beauty of our land read more »Karel Maans
276.'If I were dead'
'IF I were dead, you'd sometimes say, Poor Child!'
The dear lips quiver'd as they spake,
And the tears brake
From eyes which, not to grieve me, brightly smiled. read more »Coventry Patmore