Bundles of joy dropped from heaven
Holding enormous possibilities
Acorns from which giant oaks grow
The hope and light of the world
The pride and possession of parents
Adorable for their innocence
Unmatched in directness
Genuine and unpretentious
Symbols of forthright candor
Who do not stretch their lips
Into awkward smiles
Or utter sugar coated words,
If they harbor any dislike for you or me
Nor shed crocodile tears
When they are joyous inside
Alas, as they grow into adults
Get trained in all tricks of the world!
Guide and direct them in the right way
Knowing they are the hope of the world
And the priceless gift from God!
Beautiful poem on a universal topic..Happy new year Valsa ji. Thanks for the nice poem!
Valsa-They truly are a gift from God.Your ability with free form and rhymning verse amases me.Splendid with it's brevity, yet deep and thorough in the telling.A precious tribute
Superb poem about children. I love, love, love them. And it was such a pleasure to read this poem. The ending contains also so much wisdom. Let us not teach our children too many tricks and let ourselves also be still a bit (or a lot) child.
..as they grow into adults get trained in all tricks of the world True, very nicely penned.
Bundles of joy dropped from heaven Holding enormous possibilities Acorns from which giant oaks grow The hope and light of the world The pride and possession of parents........much impressive with bright future. A brilliant poem on children, the gift of God. Thank you dear madam for sharing this gem with nice graphic.10
Or utter sugar coated words, If they harbor any dislike for you or me a Nature so clean they came from.. they Hardly know words and our Languages! Better expressed in simple words! Their simple silent utter would only be We do Cry.. Only when we are neglected! ! Thank you for sharing Poet! ! a Full Vote! !
Nice poem, relived childhood gaian...Alas, as they grow into adults Get trained in all tricks of the world! Guide and direct them in the right way Knowing they are the hope of the world And the priceless gift from God!
Guide them in the right direction. They will turn the future bright. Beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Children are indeed the best gifts one can have. Beautiful and cute to the core, innocent and naughty.. The poem reminded me of Henry Vaughan's 'The Retreat' and the 'angel infancy' he talked about.. Experience is always something that corrupts the innocence.. A wonderful poem Valsa ma'am.. Thank you for sharing.