Hilda Ada Ralphs
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My book of life has many pages
Because we go through many stages.
We see the newly born baby lying there.
Depending on his mothers love and care.
Soon he will gain strength and want to crawl
And tear the paper off the wall.
Then soon he will struggle to the door,
Where he see's things he has never seen before.
He has spent many hour playing with his toys
Now it is time to mix with other girls and boys.
Take him to a school I must
And hand him to a teacher that I trust.
I shed a tear and smiled.
How can I spent the day, with my child,