The simplest toy, one which even the youngest child can operate, is called a grandparent.
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In order to influence a child, one must be careful not to be that child's parent or grandparent.
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All I know is that I operate by going out to each of them and trying to learn the territory in which they operate. My language to each of them has to suit their brain.
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Prayer is commitment. We don't merely co-operate with God with certain things held back within. We, the total person, co-operate. This means that co-operation equals committment.
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Just Because I'm the Youngest
Just because i'm the youngest in my family...
Doesn't mean I can't do anything.
Doesn't mean i'm a spoiled brat.
Doesn't mean i'm a jerk.
Just because i'm the youngest in my family...
I'm not stuck up.
I'm not afraid to get hurt.
Just because i'm the youngest in my family...
Doesn't mean I can't be a tom'boy.
Doesn't mean I get what I want.
Just because i'm the youngest in my family~ let me be me.
poem by Ebil Parker
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The simplest principles become difficult of practice, when habits, formed in error, have been fixed by time, and the simplest truths hard to receive when prejudice has warped the mind.
quote by Francis Wright
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Missing Link
A sickly child lie
frail on the sofa in the living room.
A knock on the door,
His mother opened.
The man who entered the child knew it was his father.
Whose child is this?
“It is your youngest son” his mother said.
The children in the street
all had a father; the child had waited for him.
But his father ignored him,
gave chocolate to his sister and brother,
then he drank from a bottle,
his mother threw him out.
Next day asked his mother, ” are you sure he is my father? ”
She slapped her son’s face and cried.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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I was by far the youngest of the family, and at times it was like being an only child.
quote by Paul Nurse
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The house with an old grandparent harbors a jewel.
Last Man Standing
My eldest is in China
On the way to the Li Jiang
She’s seen the Terracotta Warriors
In a place that called Xian.
My youngest, she’s in Sydney town
Her love in life is reading books
She has a sense of fantasy
And red curled Irish looks.
Me? I am in Pearl Beach
For others paradise
But I am on my own up here
And lead a damaged life.
I suffer from depression
And that’s very clear to see
For though the sun is shining high
It looks so dark to me.
I have many close that hold me
I am lucky in that way
They love me just for me being me
And don’t seem go away.
But the track of time’s unwinding
Each year, past friends are lost
Sometimes illness, now a suicide
And ‘gainst their names I put a cross.
For I am the last man standing
I’m like those soldiers made of clay
I am the last man standing
I am not going to go away.
I am the last man standing
For I have a hand of cards
That others wish that they did have
But being the last’s becoming hard.
For my eldest is in China
My youngest still in Sydney town
Although they are away from me
My heart is with them now.
Look! My greyness, it is passing
Now I can see the sun!
I know they love me for being me
Not for what I have not done.
For this thing called life is fragile
But it has a strength within
Not brittle like those warriors
But as fine as porcelain.
poem by David Keig
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I did not have a chance to write novels until my youngest child started school fulltime.
quote by Anne McCaffrey
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Many people see technology as the problem behind the so-called digital divide. Others see it as the solution. Technology is neither. It must operate in conjunction with business, economic, political and social system.
quote by Carly Fiorina
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A parent being called to the school because their child had misbehaved was as serious as a parent being called to the police station because their child had robbed a bank.
quote by Martin Lewis Perl
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Statue
My mother built this statue.
As I lay there scattered
across the floor.
Broken glass shattered
everywhere.
As I lay there helplessly
I begin to cry. Realizing I ruined my life,
trying to make my life as busy as
possible.
Neglecting my children saying the same thing
over, and over again.
My oldest as stubborn as a mule.
Middle child as crabby as a piranha.
My youngest as sensitive as a rusty nail that someone stepped on.
Screening there calls,
so I don’t have to deal with them.
Come home as tired as an old dog,
my youngest sitting on my bed waiting for my arrival.
I look at her and I know what she wants,
but I’m too tired to do anything.
See her tears in her eyes,
and my heart sinks.-
I know I’ve disappointed her,
knowing that her heart is dieing,
is making mine die more inside.
poem by Chantel Braatz
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We will not bend or fail until the blood of every last Jew from the youngest child to the oldest elder is spilt to redeem our land!
quote by Yasser Arafat
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A Parents Love
If you’re not a parent then you don’t know
The aches and pains that do not show.
When we see our child sick in bed
And so many thoughts go through your head.
When your child is in the hospital with 103
And by their side is where you want to be.
Recalling the first time that they ride a bike
And they fall and scrape their knee
And it seems they cry endlessly.
When you play with their imaginary friends
And it seems like it will never end.
then they go to pre-k
and for hours They have to stay.
Then they go to kindergarten and they
Meet children their same age
And it becomes fun and games.
Soon they’re out of elementary
And go to junior high
And then the aches and pains
Really begin to fly.
They already experienced their
First kiss, and possibly a sexual
Affair, and with you they will not share.
Soon it’s high school and college to follow
And you don’t see them for quite a while.
Then you get a call that they’re engaged
And you know your life has changed.
Then comes a marriage and a family
And a grandparent you will be.
But as a parent our love will never
Grow old, and this is something
That you are now told.
We are your parents and we will
Always be, we’ll love you now
And thru eternity.
poem by Louis Rams
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Nicknames
nicknames are thrown
around in my family;
our own terms of endearment
word could not describe.
it is that closeness
towards each other
through words that evoke
a special experience
with a brother or sister
or just a plain description of
his uniqueness.
a brother is called La Ting
because of his bald head when a
baby.
eldest brother is labelled Ming
instead of his real name Thai
because of his intelligence
when a child.
Ming means clear-minded.
Another is called Lung
instead of Ing because of his
Chinese horoscope sign dragon
which in Mandarin is Lung.
mom's favourite animal sign
is dragon so the name sticks.
youngest brother is Bee,
my own spontaneous invention
when I saw the cute little child
in mom's hands many years back.
I am so glad and proud
that this is the only creation
in my life that has been used
for so long and that it
has surprisingly given
brother all the good luck;
he turns out to be a bank's manager.
he should have me to thank
for all his fortune.
another brother is called Chi
instead of his real name Kui.
i could not fathom the
reason for this and wonder
which brother first started
calling him that.
eldest sister is Pui
instead of Hua because
of her plumbness when a baby.
and oh dear, we are naughty
when it comes to our neighbours.
many of them have secret nicknames
coined from the way they
talk, walk, and even look
and we really hope they would
never ever find out these names.
Our family just bubble in
our neighbourhood because of
our incessant inner creative jest
to coin all those secret words.
perhaps, we are nicknamed too
which we never
bother about because
we know nicknames are
given out of endearment.
at least, that is the case with us.
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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We are a country that has many friends, many allies, when we operate in the world, we operate with friends and allies that's been true for decades and if we wind up going to war in Iraq it will be true in Iraq.
quote by Douglas Feith
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Man-u-lip-u-lator
Sun goes down night moves in
I dont need the pain again
Those x-ray eyes
Its a fascination
All lined up ready to go
Fully loaded overflow
High heeled mood
Lets go for some action
Man-u-lip-u-lator its so easy when heads meet
Exploring but nightmares speak
Rumors fly idle speculation
(chorus 1)
Man-u-lip-u-lator tryin to operate on you
Sticky situation Id love to fall into
Youre a man-u-lip-u-lator with a low low attitude oohoo
Like to love ya later cause Im an operator too
Full alert defcon 4
Seal the windows lock the door
I in-coming
Its a natural reaction
Man-u-lip-u-lator tryin to operate on you ooh
Sticky situation Id love to fall into
(bridge)
Take it to the left
Move it to the right
Holde me oh so tight
Never let it go
Man-u-lip-u-lator man-u-lip-u-lator
Man-u-lip-u-lator man-u-lip-u-lator man-u-lip-u-lator man-u-lip-u-lator
(chorus 2)
Man-u-lip-u-lator tryin to operate on you ooh
Sticky situation Id love to fall into
Youre a man-u-lip-u-lator with a low low attitude oohoo
Like to love ya later doctors got his eye on you
Man-u-lip-u-lator tryin to operate on you
Sticky situation Id love to fall into
Youre a man-u-lip-u-lator with a low low attitude oohoo
Like to love ya later cause Im an operator too
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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Angel Eyes
(macauley/potger)
Tossing and turning last night I was burning
For you my love
I couldnt sleep or face one more night on my own
Somehow the wind and the rain seem to call out my name
In the still of night
The sound that I heard was your voice
And the words, oh I knew
You called me angel eyes
Child of the morning
You and I will soon be together
My darling
Angel eyes, Ill be beside you
Through the night you called me your angel eyes
Closing my eyes I could still visualize
All those golden days
In letters you write you promise well share them again
Oh darling nevertheless still I have to confess
That last night I cried
When a voice in the rain softly called out again
Ill be home
Dont cry my angel eyes
Child of the morning
You and I will soon be together
My darling
Angel eyes, Ill be beside you
Through the night you called me your angel eyes
Angel eyes, child of the morning
Your angel eyes
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Us Oldies
It is that time of the year,
when my birthday is looming in the air
and I begin to feel quite ancient.
I felt old when my children
presented me with their children
and made me a grandparent,
but when their children
started having children of their own
and stuck a great in front of grandparent
you really begin to feel ancient,
especially when you haven’t retired yet.
When we were young,
oh, those lovely blessed days
when the summers seem to last forever
and the sun always shone.
Life was much more laid back then.
Oh where have they all gone?
Then came the teenage years
opening up all our dreams
of being some kind of superstar.
Yes, I remember them so well,
the music and the romance in the air.
Sometimes I hark back
to those days way back then.
Next, you are an adult
with responsibilities and children of your own.
From there you are on a downward slope
at least that is what some people say.
Well, don’t you believe it;
you’re always as young as you feel.
You can still go out and play
those young kids games.
Personally, I never grew up,
as my friends will testify.
I still have my Peter Pan persona,
Hip Hip Hooray.
I may not drink,
but I can act as crazy as if I do
and that makes life much more fun
being like me a kind old fool.
Kid think they are the only ones
who can have fun,
don’t you believe it,
us oldies can have fun too.
13 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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