Little People

 

Little people are happy things

Getting pleasure from the darndest things;

They move so quickly to and fro

As if on wings away they go.

 

Their little minds

Are a work of art;

They accept life’s changes

With an open heart.

 

They laugh and run

They cry and sing;

Just little angels

Without their wings.

 

To their parents

They bring the joy;

The loving children

A girl, a boy.

 

 

Shirl Lacey Nevins