Here is a poem from the Memorial program for my sister's funeral who passed away a year ago at the age of 54. For all those kids out there who are missing their parents! Don't put if off we never know when our # will be up!
Give Them a Day
What shall you give to one small child?
A glamouous game, a tinseled toy?
A boy scout knife, a puzzle pack?
A train that runs on some curved track?
A picure book, a real live pet?
No there's plenty of time for such things yet.
Give them a day for their very own.
Just one small child and their parent alone.
A walk in the woods, a romp in the park
A fishing trip from dawn till dark.
Give them the gift that only you can.
The companionship of their own clan
Games are outgrown and toys decay
But they will never forget
If you GIVE THEM A DAY!
Here is a poem from the Memorial program for my sister's funeral who passed away a year ago at the age of 54. For all those kids out there who are missing their parents! Don't put if off we never know when our # will be up!
Give Them a Day
What shall you give to one small child?
A glamouous game, a tinseled toy?
A boy scout knife, a puzzle pack?
A train that runs on some curved track?
A picure book, a real live pet?
No there's plenty of time for such things yet.
Give them a day for their very own.
Just one small child and their parent alone.
A walk in the woods, a romp in the park
A fishing trip from dawn till dark.
Give them the gift that only you can.
The companionship of their own clan
Games are outgrown and toys decay
But they will never forget
If you GIVE THEM A DAY!