When my Mom had her first baby, my Dad called her up and read her this poem right before she turned three years of age. Since then, he has recited the same poem to me whenever any of my kids get close to the age of three and it makes me cry every time.Almost Three
Of all the childhood years to me
the dearest age is almost three.
When childhoods last tiny trace,
lingers on that little face.
And in those soft hands little clasp,
I feel tomorrows stronger grasp.
These days that dawn and dusk so fast,
I'll treasure till they're gone at last.
Leaving a poem here with me.
Inspired by God's gift Almost Three.
Of all the childhood years to me
the dearest age is almost three.
When childhoods last tiny trace,
lingers on that little face.
And in those soft hands little clasp,
I feel tomorrows stronger grasp.
These days that dawn and dusk so fast,
I'll treasure till they're gone at last.
Leaving a poem here with me.
Inspired by God's gift Almost Three.
It just goes too fast. I wish I could freeze this age. Ammon turns three next month and has brought so much joy to my life and the life of my family. He says the funniest things. The other day he was looking at Rob's eyebrows and said "You have whiskers on your brain?" Almost three....the best!
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