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C Is for clever, You amaze me so.
H is for heaven, that’s where you will go.
I is for intelligence, You know it all.
L is for little, as you are just small.
D is for ‘Don’t ever grow up!’

Nichola Firth
19.2.99

OUR CHILDREN

Soft blond hair whispering in the wind.

Skipping rope and dancing with a grin.

Lovely green eyes that sparkle in the sun.

Dress up and riding bikes, all just for fun.

Precious memories of playing in the rain.

When you are a child there should be no pain.

Full of love and a heart big as a tree.

Love for everybody and everything except maybe broccoli.

Careless and carefree, yet young and bold.

Not a worry in the world what the future will hold.

Let’s all take time to watch, love, play and guide them.

They are our children now, but will grow up and someday sing our hymn.

For ReAnna, written by Alan Hart

MIRACLE

Trying, We kept trying,
We thought you’d never come.
The doctor said it was impossible,
I’d never be a mum.

I’d prey, wish and hope,
It never stopped us trying,
Your what I wanted most of all,
I was fed up of us crying.

Finally the day came,
I knew that you were there,
Surely this was a miracle,
There wasn’t a happier pair.

Me and your dad was ecstatic,
We couldn’t believe our eyes,
There was a baby in me,
You were the best surprise.

I thanked god every night,
And hope I’d see this through,
And every time I close my eyes,
I see a vision of you.

The day you came was a blessing.
All my dreams come true,
It was the best day of my life,
And I owe that all to you.

Nichola Firth
2.2.99

A Blessing

A child is a gift for the good lord above,
To bare a child is a wondrous joy,
All you can hope for is that it will be health and well,
Whether or not you have a girl or boy.

Loving them is the easiest thing to do,
As it all comes naturally.
The hardest thing is to stop hugging them,
As the closeness fills you will glee.

Watching them grow and fend for them-selves,
Gently letting them go,
Many tears I’ve cried at night,
But you try your best not to let them know.

Good Luck to all you mothers out there,
I hope you all are well,
As having children is a blessing,
But sometimes can hurt like hell.

Nichola Firth
16.3.99

Teenager

I look in the mirror, and what do I see? A growing woman, I use to call 'me.'
As me started changing, I didn't know why, one moment I'd laugh, then the next
I'd cry.
My emotions go wild, my feelings insane my family is one thing, to me just a
pain. I feel misplaced, like I don't belong, everything I do, to my parents is
wrong.
No question about it, my friends are changing too. But somehow differently,
what should I do?
Some don't understand what it is to mature; they act like their babies,
that's for sure!
Time are changing things are tough, no one ever said life's this rough. One
day I'm a child, with a curfew of nine, the next I'm a grown up, where's the line?
Since when are boys different and I start to see, that's he's not just a
person, but the world to me?
Things are important, that wasn't before, life is precious, it means so much
more. I just want someone to tell me that they care, and no matter what
happens, there always there.

Jessica Anne Bethany Martin

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