Showing posts with label Poems for children. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems for children. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Children Learn What They Live Poetry | By Dorothy Law Nolte, Ph.D.

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Children Learn What They Live 
By Dorothy Law Nolte, Ph.D.


If a child lives with criticism,
he learns to condemn.

If a child lives with hostility,
he learns to fight.

If a child lives with fear,
he learns to be apprehensive.

If a child lives with pity,
he learns to feel sorry for himself.

If a child lives with ridicule,
he learns to be shy.

If a child lives with jealousy,
he learns what envy is.

If a child lives with shame,
he learns to feel guilty.

If a child lives with encouragement,
he learns to be confident.

If a child lives with tolerance,
he learns to be patient.

If a child lives with praise,
he learns to be appreciative.

If a child lives with acceptance,
he learns to love.

If a child lives with approval,
he learns to like himself.

If a child lives with recognition,
he learns that it is good to have a goal.

If a child lives with sharing,
he learns about generosity.

If a child lives with honesty and fairness,
he learns what truth and justice are.

If a child lives with security,
he learns to have faith in himself and in those about him.

If a child lives with friendliness,
he learns that the world is a nice place in which to live.

If you live with serenity,
your child will live with peace of mind.

With what is your child living?




Saturday, February 7, 2015

Poem on Children | By Kahlil Gibran



From My Heart To Yours:

"This masterpiece of Kahlil Gibran is a great point of reflection for parents like me on the aspect of raising our children." ~ jpco

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Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. 
They come through you not from you,
And though they are with you, yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls.
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow which 
you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.


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You may strive to be like them, 
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backwards nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which 
your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.


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Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.