Children

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Helpless little beings,

Innocent and pure,

Bouncing off the ceiling,

And head bang on the door.

They're in and out of everything,

From the cupboards to the closets,

And don't it make your heart sink,

When you find your childs deposits!

There's finger prints right up the wall,
Toys trip you underfoot,
They rant and rave and scream and brawl,
Delightful little toots!
But we wouldn't be without them,
We love them oh so dearly,
Life just wouldn't be the same,
No way no chance, not nearly!

ŠCatherine Turner-Joll

This poem is dedicated to the Children whose lives were cruelly taken in Dunblane on March 13th 1996.

ŠCatherine Turner-Joll This poem is dedicated to the Children whose lives were cruelly taken in Dunblane on March 13th 1996.

This poem is dedicated to the Children whose lives were cruelly taken in Dunblane on March 13th 1996.

ŠCatherine Turner-Joll

This poem is dedicated to the Children whose lives were cruelly taken in Dunblane on March 13th 1996.