For my Kids
O my dear Stephanie,
Could we conceivably
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All of two the birthday boy is.
He walks, he talks, already a “Jeopardy Whizz.”
Here’s a Birthday Poem for Chris’s third.
A test-tube baby he’s sure to be a nerd.
Here’s a Birthday Poem for Kayla’s fifth.
She’s got energy to burn and plenty of spiff.
WHEN DADDY PRAYS AT NIGHT, ALONE
O my Father, Keeper of all children, in
prayer I kneel.
Over my three children please watch,
Give Karin, being blind, reassuring things
Give her special music, a certain song.
Give Marcia bright yellow meadow-
flowers to see,
And softnesses to cuddle and caress.
Give Karl sturdy things to grow strong on.
O give them, and their mother, love and
Be with these three, now there in bed,
O Father, our Father, watch over all them
in my stead!
Touch and lovingly close those tiny
Night-night, you'll sleep tight, dear kids.
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