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The Childcare Provider
Although I'm not their mother,
I care for them each day.
I cuddle, sing, and read to them,
And
watch them as they play.
I see each new accomplishment,
and help them grow and learn,
I understand their language,
and I
listen with concern.
They come to me for comfort,
And I kiss away their tears.
They proudly show their work to me,
I
give the loudest cheers!
No, I am not their mother,
But my role is just as strong.
I nurture them and keep them safe,
Though
maybe not for long.
I know someday the time may come,
When we will have to part,
But I know each child I've cared for
Is
forever in my heart!
~author unknown
Box Of Crayons
While walking in a toy store
The day before today,
I over heard a Crayon Box
With
many things to say.
"I don't like red!" said Yellow.
And Green said, "Nor do I !
And no one here likes
Orange,
But no one knows quite why."
"We are a box of crayons
that really doesn't get along,"
Said Blue
to all the others.
"Something here is wrong!
Well, i bought that box of crayons
And took it home with me
And
laid out all the crayons
So the crayons could all see
They watched me as I colored
With Red and Blue and
Green
And Black and White and Orange
And every color in between
They watched as Green became the grass
And
Blue became the sky.
The Yellow sun was shining bright
On White clouds drifting by.
Colors changing as
they touched,
Becoming something new.
They watched me as I colored.
They watched till I was through.
And
when I'd finally finished,
I began to walk away.
And as I did the Crayon box
Had something more to say........
"I
do like Red!" said the Yellow
And Green said, "So do I !"
And Blue you are terrific!
So high up in the sky."
"We
are a Box of Crayons
Each of us unique,
But when we get together
The picture is complete"
Author unknown
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