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What a Baby Costs
How much do babies cost? Said he
The other night upon my knee;
And then I said: “They cost a lot;
A lot of watching by a cot,
A lot of sleepless hours and care,
A lot of heartache and despair,
A lot of fear and trying dread,
And sometimes many tears are shed
In payment for our babies small,
But everyone is worth it all.
For babies people have to pay
A heavy price from day to day -
There is no way to get one cheap,
Why, sometimes, when they’re fast asleep
You have to get up in the night
And go and see that they’re all right,
But what they cost in constant care
And worry, does not half compare
With what they bring of joy and bliss,
You’d pay much more for just a kiss.
Who buys a baby has to pay
A portion of the bill each day;
He has to give his time and thought
Unto the little one he’s bought
He has to stand a lot of pain
Inside his heart and not complain;
And pay with lonely days and sad
For all the happy hours he’s had.
All this a baby costs, and yet
His smile is worth it all, you bet.”
by Edgar A. Guest
Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest was born on 20 August 1881 in Birmingham, England. He immigrated with his family to the United States of America in 1891. From his first published work in the “Detroit Free Press” until his passing in 1959, he penned some 11,000 poems that were syndicated in 300 newspapers and collected into more than twenty books. Mr. Guest is reputed to have had a new poem published in a newspaper every day for more than thirty years. He became known as ‘The People’s Poet,’ writing poems that were of a sentimental and optimistic nature. Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest passed on at 77 years of age on 5 August 1959 in Detroit, Michigan, United States of America.
How much do babies cost? Said he
The other night upon my knee;
And then I said: “They cost a lot;
A lot of watching by a cot,
A lot of sleepless hours and care,
A lot of heartache and despair,
A lot of fear and trying dread,
And sometimes many tears are shed
In payment for our babies small,
But everyone is worth it all.
For babies people have to pay
A heavy price from day to day -
There is no way to get one cheap,
Why, sometimes, when they’re fast asleep
You have to get up in the night
And go and see that they’re all right,
But what they cost in constant care
And worry, does not half compare
With what they bring of joy and bliss,
You’d pay much more for just a kiss.
Who buys a baby has to pay
A portion of the bill each day;
He has to give his time and thought
Unto the little one he’s bought
He has to stand a lot of pain
Inside his heart and not complain;
And pay with lonely days and sad
For all the happy hours he’s had.
All this a baby costs, and yet
His smile is worth it all, you bet.”
by Edgar A. Guest
Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest was born on 20 August 1881 in Birmingham, England. He immigrated with his family to the United States of America in 1891. From his first published work in the “Detroit Free Press” until his passing in 1959, he penned some 11,000 poems that were syndicated in 300 newspapers and collected into more than twenty books. Mr. Guest is reputed to have had a new poem published in a newspaper every day for more than thirty years. He became known as ‘The People’s Poet,’ writing poems that were of a sentimental and optimistic nature. Edgar Albert ‘Eddie’ Guest passed on at 77 years of age on 5 August 1959 in Detroit, Michigan, United States of America.
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A Dream Come True
With babies come toys
and a whole world of joys,
and all kinds of fun things to do.
With babies come laughter
and love ever after . . .
With babies, dreams all come true.
by Author Unknown
With babies come toys
and a whole world of joys,
and all kinds of fun things to do.
With babies come laughter
and love ever after . . .
With babies, dreams all come true.
by Author Unknown
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Cookie Jar
A house should have a cookie jar,
For when it’s half past three
And children hurry home from school
As hungry as can be,
There’s nothing quite so splendid
In filling children up
As spicy, fluffy ginger cakes
And sweet milk in a cup.
A house should have a mother
Waiting with a hug
No matter what a boy brings home,
A puppy or a bug.
For children only loiter
When the bell rings to dismiss
If no one’s home to greet them
With a cookie and a kiss.
by Author Unknown
A house should have a cookie jar,
For when it’s half past three
And children hurry home from school
As hungry as can be,
There’s nothing quite so splendid
In filling children up
As spicy, fluffy ginger cakes
And sweet milk in a cup.
A house should have a mother
Waiting with a hug
No matter what a boy brings home,
A puppy or a bug.
For children only loiter
When the bell rings to dismiss
If no one’s home to greet them
With a cookie and a kiss.
by Author Unknown
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Little Shoes
In the top drawer of her dresser is one pair of little shoes
And a pair of little booties from which her Mom can choose.
Although she cannot walk just yet, out with her mom she goes
For strolls in different shades of pink from her head down to her toes.
But soon the little newborn has to a toddler grown;
In patent-leather party shoes she’s walking all alone.
But someone’s watching closely as she takes each shaky stride,
And though she may not notice it, her mom is at her side.
The nursery’s now a bedroom, the baby’s crib is gone,
The little girl is off to school with brand-new sneakers on.
She skips onto the school yard with a step as light as air,
While mom, though smiling bravely, feels at loose ends standing there.
The little girl grows older, and with each passing year,
Her first high-heels and cowgirl boots eventually appear.
And then, as if by magic, the little girl is grown,
She wears the latest fashions bought with earnings of her own.
Then one fine day she’s walking with her father at her side,
In shoes of fine white satin, for now she is a bride.
I wonder where the time has gone, and wistfully recall
My little girl, in little shoes, so innocent and small.
And now I am a Granny, and Daughter, you’re a Mom,
Your little newborn daughter is the sunshine of your home.
The top drawer of her dresser is filled with little shoes,
And many pairs of booties from which you now can choose.
Cherish each passing moment, the laughter and the tears,
For days go by so swiftly, and gather soon to years.
The little shoes she will outgrow before you realize,
She’ll blossom like a summer’s rose, before your very eyes.
Be always there to walk with her when up against the odds,
Make sure she knows that she can count on mother and on God.
And though she’ll spread her wings and fly, as all our daughters do,
One day she’ll wear a mothers shoes, and she’ll come home to you.
by Author Unknown
In the top drawer of her dresser is one pair of little shoes
And a pair of little booties from which her Mom can choose.
Although she cannot walk just yet, out with her mom she goes
For strolls in different shades of pink from her head down to her toes.
But soon the little newborn has to a toddler grown;
In patent-leather party shoes she’s walking all alone.
But someone’s watching closely as she takes each shaky stride,
And though she may not notice it, her mom is at her side.
The nursery’s now a bedroom, the baby’s crib is gone,
The little girl is off to school with brand-new sneakers on.
She skips onto the school yard with a step as light as air,
While mom, though smiling bravely, feels at loose ends standing there.
The little girl grows older, and with each passing year,
Her first high-heels and cowgirl boots eventually appear.
And then, as if by magic, the little girl is grown,
She wears the latest fashions bought with earnings of her own.
Then one fine day she’s walking with her father at her side,
In shoes of fine white satin, for now she is a bride.
I wonder where the time has gone, and wistfully recall
My little girl, in little shoes, so innocent and small.
And now I am a Granny, and Daughter, you’re a Mom,
Your little newborn daughter is the sunshine of your home.
The top drawer of her dresser is filled with little shoes,
And many pairs of booties from which you now can choose.
Cherish each passing moment, the laughter and the tears,
For days go by so swiftly, and gather soon to years.
The little shoes she will outgrow before you realize,
She’ll blossom like a summer’s rose, before your very eyes.
Be always there to walk with her when up against the odds,
Make sure she knows that she can count on mother and on God.
And though she’ll spread her wings and fly, as all our daughters do,
One day she’ll wear a mothers shoes, and she’ll come home to you.
by Author Unknown
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A Special Little Boy
If he can make you think that he’s an angel,
while doing things he’s not supposed to do . . .
If he has lots of ways to try your patience,
yet charms you with a hug that’s just for you . . .
If he enjoys the roughest games and new adventures,
but needs the same old kiss to ‘make it well’ . . .
If he drags his feet whenever it’s his bedtime,
but runs to hear the story you will tell . . .
If he can fill your days with happiness and laughter,
and always be a source of pride and joy,
Then he’ll be all you lucky parents ever hoped for . . .
He’ll be a really special little boy!
by Author Unknown
If he can make you think that he’s an angel,
while doing things he’s not supposed to do . . .
If he has lots of ways to try your patience,
yet charms you with a hug that’s just for you . . .
If he enjoys the roughest games and new adventures,
but needs the same old kiss to ‘make it well’ . . .
If he drags his feet whenever it’s his bedtime,
but runs to hear the story you will tell . . .
If he can fill your days with happiness and laughter,
and always be a source of pride and joy,
Then he’ll be all you lucky parents ever hoped for . . .
He’ll be a really special little boy!
by Author Unknown
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A Butterfly in the Wind
A child is like a butterfly in the wind
Some can fly higher than others,
But each one flies the best it can.
Why compare one against the other?
Each one is different.
Each one is special.
Each one is beautiful.
by Author Unknown
A child is like a butterfly in the wind
Some can fly higher than others,
But each one flies the best it can.
Why compare one against the other?
Each one is different.
Each one is special.
Each one is beautiful.
by Author Unknown
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Time to Play
I hope my children look back on today,
And see a mother who had time to play.
There will be years for cleaning and cooking,
for children grow up while we are not looking.
by Author Unknown
I hope my children look back on today,
And see a mother who had time to play.
There will be years for cleaning and cooking,
for children grow up while we are not looking.
by Author Unknown
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Send the Children to Bed with a Kiss
Oh, parents, so weary, discouraged.
Worn out with the cares of the day,
You often grow cross and impatient,
Complain of the noise and the play.
For the day brings many vexations,
So many things go amiss.
But, parents, whatever may vex you,
Send the children to bed with a kiss.
The dear little feet often wander,
Perhaps from the pathways of right.
The dear little hands find new mischief
To try you from morning ’til night
But think of the desolate parents
Who’d give all the world for your bliss.
And as thanks for your infinite blessings,
Send the children to bed with a kiss.
For someday their noise will not vex you.
The silence will hurt you far more.
You will long for the sweet childish voices,
For a sweet childish face at the door.
And to press a child’s face to your bosom,
You’d give all the world just for this.
For the comfort t’will give you in sorrow,
Send the children to bed with a kiss.
by Author Unknown
Oh, parents, so weary, discouraged.
Worn out with the cares of the day,
You often grow cross and impatient,
Complain of the noise and the play.
For the day brings many vexations,
So many things go amiss.
But, parents, whatever may vex you,
Send the children to bed with a kiss.
The dear little feet often wander,
Perhaps from the pathways of right.
The dear little hands find new mischief
To try you from morning ’til night
But think of the desolate parents
Who’d give all the world for your bliss.
And as thanks for your infinite blessings,
Send the children to bed with a kiss.
For someday their noise will not vex you.
The silence will hurt you far more.
You will long for the sweet childish voices,
For a sweet childish face at the door.
And to press a child’s face to your bosom,
You’d give all the world just for this.
For the comfort t’will give you in sorrow,
Send the children to bed with a kiss.
by Author Unknown
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A Little Girl’s Heart
A little girl’s heart must be wide and deep,
To hold all the things that she likes to keep;
A curly-haired doll that holds out its hands
And walks and talks when occasion demands.
A bright colored bow, her favorite book,
A little toy stove that really will cook;
A gay, cheery song, to sing when she’s glad,
A corner to hide in, (when she’s been bad).
There is plenty of room for the girl next door
And the blue silk dress in the downtown store;
A soft fluffy kitten with playful charms
And a welcome spot in her mother’s arms.
by Reginald Holmes
A little girl’s heart must be wide and deep,
To hold all the things that she likes to keep;
A curly-haired doll that holds out its hands
And walks and talks when occasion demands.
A bright colored bow, her favorite book,
A little toy stove that really will cook;
A gay, cheery song, to sing when she’s glad,
A corner to hide in, (when she’s been bad).
There is plenty of room for the girl next door
And the blue silk dress in the downtown store;
A soft fluffy kitten with playful charms
And a welcome spot in her mother’s arms.
by Reginald Holmes
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One Small Son
One small hand to hold in yours,
One small face to smile,
One wet kiss as he says, “Good-night.”
One small child.
Catch the moment, put it in your heart
The years too soon will fly.
These are precious moments,
More than money can buy.
Two small arms to hold you tight,
Two small feet to run,
Two small eyes full of love for you,
One small son.
Catch the moment and put it in your heart,
And never let it go.
Save it for the years to come,
When he, too will know.
One small hand to hold in his
One small face to smile.
One small kiss and she says, “Good-night.”
One small child.
by Author Unknown
One small hand to hold in yours,
One small face to smile,
One wet kiss as he says, “Good-night.”
One small child.
Catch the moment, put it in your heart
The years too soon will fly.
These are precious moments,
More than money can buy.
Two small arms to hold you tight,
Two small feet to run,
Two small eyes full of love for you,
One small son.
Catch the moment and put it in your heart,
And never let it go.
Save it for the years to come,
When he, too will know.
One small hand to hold in his
One small face to smile.
One small kiss and she says, “Good-night.”
One small child.
by Author Unknown
