A child is born a blank and open page,
A gentle spirit entering the stage.
They do not walk this world of ours alone; T
hey look to us to make the quiet known.
They need the patience of a steady hand,
A calm response when life gets hard to stand,
The warmth of eyes that truly look inside,
Where sacred hopes and quiet fears reside.
And when my vision blurs or strays off track,
Their honest truth can pull my wisdom back.
For small voices often see what is right,
Teaching the adult to step into the light— T
o change my mind, to listen and reset, Learning lessons I had grown to forget.
I’d go above and beyond in all I do,
To honor what reason and love ask me to.
I celebrate the gift of who you are,
A light that shines brighter than any star.
You are never a burden to simply tolerate;
Your very life is a joy I will always celebrate.
For every child deserves a safe embrace,
A listening heart, a protected space—
The full attunement of a grounded mind,
The softest, strongest care that we can find.
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Author:
Lewis O’Carroll (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A Letter to All Precious Children is a heartfelt poem dedicated to the sacred responsibility of caring for young minds. It reflects on the importance of patient guidance, emotional attunement, and safe spaces, while honoring the unexpected wisdom children bring into our lives. It serves as a promises of protection, active listening, and unconditional celebration of every child's presence.
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Comments1
My friend this poem hit hard. I have four children and four grandchildren that brought more joy than a man deserves. They have given purpose to my life and taught me more than I have taught them. There is nothing that warms like the smile of a child. A lovely write
Thanks for sharing! I'm glad you have experienced much joy in parenthood! I figured that you were like my grandparents! lol, and well put! Always I value ur feedback! Cheers, mate!
You are a special person and most kind. It is my pleasure
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