They slipped up on me gradually,
each wrinkle and each fold,
And I had hardly noticed,
till a small child said, "You're old!"

~*~

She placed her soft arm next to mine,
(intending no abuse....)
"My skin is very tight," she said,
"And all your skin is loose!"

~*~

I get a lot of compliments
and flattery from you,
And in my vanity I'd like
to think that they are true,

~*~

But if one wants sheer honesty
that's pure and undefiled,
There's nothing like the candor
that is spoken by a child.

~*~

~Poem by Betty Jo Mings~
Used With Permission

Children...don't you just love 'em?

Matthew 19:14 (KJV) "...Jesus said, Suffer the little children,
and forbid them not to come unto me:
for of such is the kingdom of heaven."

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To visit her web site of
"Original Christian Poems of Comfort and Inspiration"

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