Childhood Doesn’t Wait – Inspirational Poems

Childhood Doesn’t Wait

(Inspirational Poems)

I was sitting on a bench
while in a nearby mall,
When I noticed a young mother
with two children who were small.

The youngest one was whining,
“Pick me up,” I heard him beg
but the mother’s face grew angry
as the child clung to her leg.

“Don’t hang on to me,” she shouted
as she pushed his hands away,
I wish I’d had the courage
to go up to her and say…

“The time will come too quickly
when those little arms that tug,
Won’t ask for you to hold them
or won’t freely give a hug.

“The day will sneak up subtly
just as it did with me,
When you can’t recall the last time
that your child sat on your knee.

“Like those sacred, pre-dawn feedings
when we cherished time alone
Our babies grow and leave behind
those special times we’ve known.

“So when your child comes to you
with a book that you can share,
Or asks that you would tuck him in
and help him say his prayer…

“When he comes to sit and chat
or would like to take a walk,
Before you answer that you can’t
`cause there’s no time to talk.

“Remember what all parents learn
so many times too late,
That years go by too quickly
and that childhood doesn’t wait.

“Take every opportunity,
if one should slip away
Reach hard to get it back again,
don’t wait another day.”

I watched that mother walk away
her children followed near,
I hope she’ll pick them up
before her chances disappear.

~ Kathie Davis

Only A Mother Know – Inspirational Poems

Only A Mother Knows

(Child Poems – Inspirational Poems)

How many cares does a mother’s heart know
How many joys does a mother bestow?

How many heartwarming things has she said
How many tears has she secretly shed?

How many smiles has she given away
How many kindnesses day after day?

How many prayers has she prayed for another?
Nobody really knows – Only a mother!

Child Poems – Reflections Of A Mother

Reflections Of A Mother

(Child Poems)

I gave you life, but cannot live it for you.
I can teach you things, but I cannot make you learn.
I can give you directions, but I cannot be there to lead you.
I can allow you freedom, but I cannot account for it.
I can take you to church, but I cannot make you believe.
I can teach you right from wrong, but I cannot always decide for you.
I can buy you beautiful clothes, but I cannot make you beautiful inside.
I can offer you advice, but I cannot accept it for you.
I can give you love, but I cannot force it upon you.
I can teach you to share, but I cannot make you unselfish.
I can teach you respect, but I cannot force you to show honor.
I can advise you about friends, but cannot choose them for you.
I can advise you about sex, but I cannot keep you pure.
I can tell you the facts of life, but I can’t build your reputation.
I can tell you about drinking, but I can’t say “no” for you.
I can warn you about drugs, but I can’t prevent you from using them.
I can tell you about lofty goals, but I can’t achieve them for you.
I can teach you about kindness, but I can’t force you to be gracious.
I can warn you about sins, but I cannot make you moral
I can love you as a child, but I cannot place you in God’s family.
I can teach you how to live, but I cannot give you eternal life.

The Most Beautiful Flower – Inspirational Poems

The Most Beautiful Flower

(Inspirational Poems About Children)

Disillusioned by life
with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent
on dragging me down.

And if that weren’t enough
to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath
approached me, all tired from play.

He stood right before me
with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement,
“Look what I found!”

In his hand was a flower
what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn
not enough rain, or too little light.

Wanting him to take his dead flower
and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and
then shifted away.

But instead of retreating
he sat next to my side
And placed the flower
to his nose and declared

“It sure smells pretty
and it’s beautiful, too.
That’s why I picked it;
here, it’s for you.”

The weed before me was
dying……or dead.
Not vibrant of colors,
orange, yellow or red.

But I knew I must take it,
or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower,
and replied, “Just what I need.”

But instead of him placing
the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air
without reason or plan.

It was then that I noticed
for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see:
he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver,
tears shone like the sun
As I thanked him for
picking the very best one.

“You’re welcome,” he smiled,
and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact
he’d had on my day.

I sat there and wondered
how he managed to see
a self-pitying woman
beneath an old willow tree.

How did he know of
my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart,
he’d been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child,
at last I could see
The problem was not with the world,
the problem was me.

And for all of those times
I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
and appreciate every second that’s mine.

And then I held that wilted flower
up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance
of a beautiful Rose

And smiled as I watched
that young boy,
another weed in his hand
About to change the life
of an unsuspecting old man.