Small kids…girls and boys
Should not have to live in worlds
Without joy or toys
Kids…lads and misses
Thrive best when freely given
Praise… hugs… and kisses
Of all Gifts given
None can compare to giving…
A child your ear
Wrinkled brow…large tears
Simple words, “What’s wrong my dear? ”
Makes them disappear
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