Children sweet with rosy hue,
Listen to me tell them a story or two,
I hold the youngest on my lap sweetly;
A little girl of three or four;
Whose beauty I admire dearly.
Children dear, it's time for bed,
I give them a kiss, then send them home to bed,
But to leave causes them much sorrow;
So we'll resume again tomorrow.
*~Marian~
Hahaha, I am on a roll, my poetry friends!!! :) ~~~~<3
Hope you enjoy the poems!!! (: ~~~<3