A child's hand in yours-what tenderness it arouses, what power it conjures. You are instantly the very touchstone of wisdom and strength. |
A child's hand in yours-what tenderness it arouses, what power it conjures. You are instantly the very touchstone of wisdom and strength. |
A child's hand in yours-what tenderness it arouses, what power it conjures. You are instantly the very touchstone of wisdom and strength. |
A direful death indeed they had / That would put any parent mad / But she was more than usual calm / She did not give a singel dam. |
It comes every year and will go on forever. And along with Christmas belong the keepsakes and the customs. Those humble, everyday things a mother clings to, and ponders, like Mary in the secret spaces of her heart |
Man is the only creature whose emotions are entangled with his memory. |
The man who treasures his friends is usually solid gold himself. |
Today I pronounced a word which should never come out of a lady's lips it was that I called John a Impudent Bitch. |
Today I pronounced a word which should never come out of a lady's lips it was that I called John a Impudent Bitch. |
What feeling is so nice as a child's hand in yours? So small, so soft and warm, like a kitten huddling in the shelter of your clasp |