Friday, April 1, 2011

Tears of a Child

Bitter are the tears of a child: Sweeten them.
Deep are the thoughts of a child: Quieten them.
Sharp is the grief of a child: Take it from them.
Soft is the heart of a child: Do not harden it.
Pamela Glenconner

Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My Mother.

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