From Mother To All Parents: I'll lend you, for a little while, a child of mine, He said, For you to love while she lives, and mourn when she is dead, It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three, But will you, till I call her back, take care of her for me? She'll bring her charms to gladden you, and shall her stay be brief, You'll have her lovely memories as solace for your grief. I cannot promise she will stay, as all from earth return, But there are lessens taught down there, I want this child to learn. I've looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true, And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes, I have selected you. Now will you give her all your love .... not think the labour vain, Nor hate me when I come to call to take her back again. I fancy that I heard them say, Dear Lord, Thy Will be Done. For all the joy this child shall bring, The risk of grief we'll run. We'll shower her with tenderness, and love her while we may, And for the happiness we've known, forever grateful stay. And should the angels call for her much sooner than we planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes, and try to understand. Author: Edgar A. Guest Children are not commodities or property; they do not belong to anyone. They are GIFTS we are privileged to journey with for awhile, and with whom we remain intimately connected. Love, Mother XOXOX   Please take a moment to Sign the Guestbook!