LITTLE FACES
Little faces at my place;
Some wear denim, some wear lace.
Muddy fingers, messy hair,
I'm just glad that they are there.
Yes, they keep me on my toes,
Picking up their toys and clothes,
Wiping faces, washing feet,
But I don't mind ‘cuz they're so sweet.
Days and moments will not last.
Up and away, they'll grow too fast.
My time with them today I'll savor,
And thereby do myself a favor.
To see them all as gifts from God,
To shape them is a noble job,
There is no greater joy on earth
Than teaching children of their worth
To God in heaven, who in love,
Designed them for His courts above.
He destined each one His plan,
To serve His purposes for man.
So let me pause for just a while
To ponder each one's face and smile.
While life speeds on and keeps its pace,
These memories won't be erased.
2017 Val Halloran
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Oil painting by Susan Blackwood – “Muddy Boys.”