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**Children's Treasures in My Treasure Box**

**Children's Treasures in My Treasure Box** I have a little treasure box, Not filled with gold or pearls, But shining gems more precious still, Than all the jewels in the world. A gem of kindness softly glows, When helping hands are near. A gem of love shines warm and bright, Bringing comfort, joy, and cheer. A gem of laughter sparkles high, Like sunlight on the sea. A gem of faith shines through the night, Reminding God cares for me. A gem of patience gleams so clear, When waiting with a smile. A gem of truth shines faithfully, And lights each step awhile. These precious gems within my box Grow brighter every day. For when I share them with others, Their beauty does not fade away. So I'll treasure every shining gem, And keep them close in view. For the greatest treasures God can give Are the loving things we do. Susan Barker Nikitenko 2026©MBPMRMNMPBKBANNABENGEORPASTO #3093

Friday, May 11, 2018

Mother Taught Me





Matthew 19:19 Honour thy father and thy mother

Mother Taught Me

Mother taught me, say thank you, say please;
Say excuse me, when I  cough or sneeze.
To cover my mouth, don't let the germs out;
Help others with joy, without a pout.

She taught me to say sorry when I am wrong;
Told us, kids, not to fight, to get along.
When it's time to work roll up your sleeves:
And that, Jesus, saves, when people believe.

Mother taught me, to be grateful and kind;
Know that most- clouds of life are golden lined.
To pick up my clothes, be sure to wipe my nose;
And to be sure to wash between my toes.

 Mother taught me, to love our family;
She taught me while I sat on her knee.
Stand up for what is right, to love our country;
And that money never grows on the trees.

Mother taught me, to plant a flower seed;
and to wait for it to grow, patiently.
She sat beside me, playing paper dolls;
Before I went into surgery.

My mother has taught me many more things;
So many, that they could never be told.
She has made me laugh, she has made me cry;
My love for mother will never grow old.

My mother is still teaching me each day;
She's teaching me by how brave she stays.
That she can still smile and think of others;
Though sick, is still busy being, mother.

Mother taught me to be brave and how to pray;
Hands together, to say, "Lord help me."
I thank the Lord for my  precious mother;
She will always be beautiful to me.

Susan Y. Nikitenko
May 11th, 2018


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