Back again with another dramatic poem! “The Children’s Hour” has long been one of my favorites, and the poem I pull out of my head for random talent shows or to impress people. (Poetry being one of my few actual talents!) š
Please excuse my fake English accent. I just can’t recite this poem in American, it feels wrong.
Isn’t that a wonderful feeling when those little ones you love come pile on you just begging for some extra hugs? Or maybe I’m just weird. I was babysitting 8 younger siblings last week and I had a few of these moments. But then there were the moments like if I have to wash one more sticky face I’m gonna scream! š Those moments.
Please have a great week enjoying the little ones God brings into your life!
See you then,
Hannah K
What a beautiful poem!!! lol I agree about the English accent. x3
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Thank you for watching!
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This is my favorite so far! You sounded awesome. š (btw, my internet hasn’t been working, so I haven’t been able to comment before now. But, I have been reading your posts.)
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Thank you! I’m glad you are still reading the posts. š
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You’re welcome! I’ve been reading all of them, but my internet wouldn’t let me respond to any of them.
*throws laptop across the room, but onto a pile of pillows because I can’t afford to lose it*
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Wait…I’ve said the same thing twice. xD I’m so tired. lol
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