The Precious Gift of a Child
Children's poems have enchanted and delighted children for hundreds of years. A short, sweet children's poem can capture the heart and imagination. Through children's poems, they can bring joy and laughter. So stop for awhile, embrace your child and delight them with a children's poem.
Poems about children are a way of expressing your love, your emotions and guiding you through their developing years.
A Precious Gift
A child is a Precious Gift
That we must not abuse,
So take this uncut diamond
And shape it as you choose.
Be sure to give it clarity
So its direction's clear,
Remember when you shape it,
It grows up with no fear.
Allow the child to express itself
Without remorse or shame,
If you’re proud of what you’ve done,
Then it hasn’t been in vain.
Never stop your labour…
Until you reach the end,
So when this child is all grown up,
It will always be your Friend.
A Parent's Creed
If a child lives with criticism, he will learn to condemn.
If a child lives with hostility, he'll learn how to fight.
If a child lives with ridicule, he'll always be shy.
If a child lives with shame, he will always feel guilty.
If a child lives with tolerance, he'll learn the art of patience
If a child lives with encouragement, he will be confident.
If a child lives with praise, he'll see the good in others.
If a child lives with fairness, he will learn justice.
If a child lives with security, in others he'll have faith.
If a child lives with approval, he'll learn to like himself.
If a child lives with respect, he'll love his fellow man.
If you meet a fairy,
Don’t run away,
She won’t want to hurt you,
She only wants to play.
Show her round the garden,
Around the house too,
She’d love to see the kitchen,
I know they always do.
Find her a tiny present,
To give her when she goes,
They love silver paper,
And pretty ribbon bows.
I knew a little girl once,
Who saw twenty three,
Playing in the orchard,
As jolly as could be.
They ask her to dance with them,
To make it twenty four,
But she ran up to the nursery,
And hid behind the door.
Hid behind the nursery door!
What a thing to do,
She grew up very solemn,
And rather ugly too.
Now, if you meet a fairy,
Remember what I say,
Talk to her nicely,
And don’t run away.
Little boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
Drooped in his little hands, little gold head.
Hush, hush, whisper who dares,
Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.
"God bless mummy, I know that’s right,
Wasn’t it fun in the bath tonight?
The cold was so cold and the hot was so hot,
God bless daddy, I quite forgot.
"I open my fingers a little bit more,
I can see nanny’s dressing gown on the door.
It’s a beautiful blue, but it hasn’t a hood,
God bless nanny and make her good.
"Mine has a hood, as I lie in bed,
I pull the hood right over my head.
I close my eyes and I curl up small,
Nobody knows I’m there at all.
"Thank you God for a lovely day,
Now what was the other I had to say?
I said God bless mummy. Oh what can it be?
Ah! Now I remember... its God bless me."
Heaven's Very Special Child
A meeting was held quite far from Earth,
“It’s time again for another birth,”
Said the angels to the Lord above,
“This special child will need much love.
“His progress may seem very slow,
Accomplishment he may not show
And he’ll require extra care
From the folks he meets way down there.
“He may not run or laugh or play,
His thoughts may seem quite far away
In many ways he won’t adapt,
And he’ll be known as handicapped.
“So let’s be careful where he’s sent,
We want his life to be content,
Please, Lord, find the parents who
Will do a special job for You.
“They will not realize it right away,
The leading role they’re asked to play,
But with this child sent from above,
Comes stronger faith and richer love.
“And soon they’ll know the privilege given,
In caring for this gift from Heaven,
Their precious charge so meek and mild,
Is Heaven’s Very Special Child.”
To Every Daddy
There are little eyes upon you,
And they’re watching night and day;
There are little ears that take in
Every word you say.
There are little hands all eager
To do everything you do,
And a little boy who’s dreaming
Of the day he’ll be like you.
You’re the little fellow’s idol,
You’re the wisest of the wise;
In his little mind about you
No suspicions ever rise,
He believes in you devoutly,
Holds that all you say and do,
He will say and do in your way
When he grows up just like you.
There’s a wide-eyed little fellow
Who believes you’re always right,
And his ears are always open
And he watches day and night;
You are setting an example
Every day in all you do,
For the little boy who’s waiting
To grow up just like you.
‘Twas the Night before Christmas
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our down for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Clement Clarke Moore
You’re a happy brand-new father,
And you gaze upon Your Son;
The hoping, dreaming, planning
Has undoubtedly begun.
And whatever you have been before,
You now must be the Best,
For “Daddy” to a little boy,
Is King among the rest.
You’re his knight in shining armour,
And he'll learn it all from you,
For those trusting, childish eyes
Are watching everything you do.
He’ll care not that all others choose
To think your way is grim,
If it’s good enough for Daddy,
Then it’s good enough for him.
And with this child, remember,
God has placed in you His Trust,
To guide his tiny footsteps,
So succeed you surely must.
For a more important task be sure,
You’ll never have to do,
Than this of being Daddy
To this child He gave to you.
There are no second chances,
If you fail in being Dad,
But who would dare to let him down,
This helpless little lad?
And whatever is the image today
His eyes would see,
Remember that’s the fellow that
Tomorrow he will be.
You may build your castles around him,
A million stories high,
You may see his name emblazed
In stars across the sky.
But, if you would see a man,
You’d had better watch the things you do,
For you see, you are his Daddy,
And he’ll learn it all from you!
List of poems Love Wedding Friendship Virtuous Sad Spiritual Inspiring Funny
Cute Poems & Stories Aussie Poems & Ballads