Don't be angry with your little one, for the hand prints on the wall, just thank God he has the fingers, to put them there at all. Don't be angry with the foot prints, that he tracked down the hall, after all he could be in a wheel chair, then you couldn't see him as he walks so tall. Don't be angry if he yells to loud, just think he could be mute, And you couldn't hear the words he says, or hear the music from his flute. Don't be angry when you put him to bed, for you don't know what tomorrow will bring, the one you put to bed in anger, may never wake up here on earth again.
Reason for writing:
Just to give parents something to think about.
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