A Child
A child is a blessing
Their feelings they are always expressing
Reminds us of our youth and innocents
Not everything they do makes good sense
So often they leave us guessing
Through them we can find ourselves distressing
But still they are a treasure
Bringing us great pleasure
For their gifts to us, there is no end
Anytime, them we will defend
Our love for them has no final stage
Our adoration for them cannot be measured by any gage
Children are a true life blessing
This I couldn't imagine missing
By: jazzerfti81/ jazzieel/ Sandra Lucille