*THE FACE OF HIS SLEEPING BABE* When a father needs to recover From the pressures of plying his trade There is nothing that matches the power Of the face of his sleeping babe. He has lying there, before him In angelic bliss, displayed A source of deep introspection The face of his sleeping babe. His heart fills to full with emotion And promise is silently made To meet all the great obligations That rest with his sleeping babe. For there is his reason for being So trusting and unafraid He seems to know Daddy is watching The face of his sleeping babe. So sleep, little one, in the knowledge Your trust will ne'er be betrayed For God holds your father a captive With the face of his sleeping babe.           Is there anything more innocent and trusting than the look on a sleeping baby's face? I think not. How about you?     JH *************************************************************** *HAPPY KIDS DAY* I'm hoping with this little verse To bring you "Father's Day" in reverse To greet the ones, who made this day Always perfect, in every way. How empty indeed, would this day be If no son or daughter belonged to me But that's no problem for they do A happy Father because of you. God bless you Pat, God bless you Jim For the kind of kids you've been He's sure to do it, cause he'll try To love you, at least, as much as I. and I am sure He does......            JH

* RAGGEDY  ANN * Did your little girl have a Raggedy Ann? To love in her childhood days A grinning, lovable red haired imp Who could steal your heart away? With a rougish smile and hair like a mop And clothes that were always askew Who could forget that across her heart She had written; "I LOVE YOU". In memory, we still see them playing And hear Her shouts of delight Oh, the picture they made at bedtime Tucked safely in for the night. Now, our little girl has left us To raise her own little band And rather than have us feel lonesome She left us her Raggedy Ann. So, there she sits with her rougish smile While we try as best we can To recall to mind, our little girl                     As she played with her Raggedy Ann.        JH ************************************************************* *CORY APPLES* Freckled grin under shaggy mane Cartwheels or knitting, it was all the same Swimming and shelling, there she goes! Too much sun and worn off toes Stomping and singing "Old Kung Foo" Fishing and shopping for you know who Grandma's worn but doesn't mind We needed the love she left behind. Cory...our first love but not the last.         JH TO NEXT PAGE