The Little Things

Be inspired by these poems about the little things. In life when you look back you realize it is the little things that children will remember. It is not the gifts, the new bikes, but it is the time spent doing little things - going for a walk, talking, basically the time you spend with a child! Time spent may seem little, but these are the times a child will remember!

The poem, The Little Things, was written for a son, but could easily be used for a daughter. It is a great poem to share with new parents to remind them of the importance of time spent with a child. As once the time is gone we can never get those years back.


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  1. The Little Things
    Poet: Unknown


    My hands were busy through the day
    I didn't have much time to play
    The little games you asked me to.
    I didn't have much time for you.

    I'd wash your clothes, I'd sew and cook,
    But when you'd bring your picture book
    And ask me please to share your fun,
    I'd say: "A little later, son."

    I'd tuck you in all safe at night
    And hear your prayers, turn out the light,
    Then tiptoe softly to the door...
    I wish I'd stayed a minute more.

    For time is short, the years rush past.
    A little boy grows up so fast.
    No longer is he at your side,
    His precious secrets to confide.

    The picture books are put away,
    There are no longer games to play,
    No good-night kiss, no prayers to hear. . .
    That all belongs to yesteryear.

    My hands, once busy, now are still.
    The days are long and hard to fill.
    I wish I could go back and do
    The little things you asked me to.



  2. Little Feet
    Poet: Elizabeth Akers


    Two little feet, so small that both may nestle
    In one caressing hand, —
    Two tender feet upon the untried border
    Of life's mysterious land.

    Dimpled, and soft, and pink as peach-tree blossoms,
    In April's fragrant days.
    How can they walk among the briery tangles.
    Edging the world's rough ways?

    These rose-white feet, along the doubtful future,
    Must bear a mother's load;
    Alas I since Woman has the heaviest burden,
    And walks the harder road.

    Love, for a while, will make the path before them
    All dainty, smooth, and fair, —
    Will cull away the brambles, letting only
    The roses blossom there.

    But when the mother's watchful eyes are shrouded
    Away from sight of men.
    And these dear feet are left without her guiding.
    Who shall direct them then?

    How will they be allured, betrayed, deluded,
    Poor little untaught feet I
    Into what dreary mazes will they wander,
    What dangers will they meet?

    Will they go stumbling blindly in the darkness
    Of Sorrow's tearful shades?
    Or find the upland slopes of Peace and Beauty,
    Whose sunlight never fades?

    Will they go toiling up Ambition's summit.
    The common world above?
    Or in some nameless vale, securely sheltered.
    Walk side by side with Love?

    Some feet there be which walk Life's track unwounded.
    Which find but pleasant ways:
    Some hearts there be to which this life is only
    A round of happy days.

    But these are few. Far more there are who wander
    Without a hope or friend, —
    Who find their journey full of pains and losses,
    And long to reach the end.

    How shall it be with her, the tender stranger.
    Fair-faced and gentle-eyed.
    Before whose unstained feet the world's rude highway
    Stretches so fair and wide?

    Ah! who may read the future? For our darling
    We crave all blessings sweet,
    And pray that He who feeds the crying ravens
    Will guide the baby's feet.



  3. time spent with your child is precious



  4. Baby Teachings
    Poet: Unknown


    Our little baby speaks not,
    Save with her pleading eyes;
    Her fingers' earnest claspings,
    Her eager, plaintive cries.

    Yet many a holy lesson
    Our baby teaches me;
    How dear the little teacher!
    How sweet her lessons be!

    She tells me what is prayer:
    Not words, or sounding speech;
    But just the spirit wrestling
    As best its wants may teach.

    She tells me not to slacken
    Nor cease my earnest cry.
    Until the needful blessing
    Be granted from on high.

    She tells me how confiding
    A child-like soul may rest.
    Trusting the sleepless watchings
    Of Him who loves us best.

    These, and many other lessons
    Our baby teaches me;
    How dear the little teacher!
    How sweet her lessons be!

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More important than money, than material things, than trips to Disney are true time spent with your child. It will have a lasting impression on them in ways you cannot imagine. As parents, we have many demands on our time, but we must always put our children at the top of those demands. We hope you share these poems with others!


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