I know twin Bonker Boys
Who like to play with toys
You know what they said
When they Bonked their heads!
OUCH!!
When they got in the tub
To get all clean rub a dub
You know what they said
When they Bonked their heads!
OUCH!!
At the end of the day
When they bounce on the bed and play
You know what they said
When they Bonked their heads!
OUCH!!

Each child is like a fertile little flower ***.  
This pure soil is perfect for growing.
Unfortunately in some cases people plant seeds of hate and prejudice in some children.
It is those that support the child the most that plant the seed of love and caring.  
Care must be given to **** these pots when exposed to hate so that the love will continue to grow.

I married a strong woman not to take from me but to enhance me.
I married an intelligent woman not to challenge me but to encourage me.
I married a woman to have children with not to just have *** and run away.
I have been married for 36 years this year, sometimes life has been hard, but having the love of a good woman has pull me through the tough times.
God blessed man with woman to be his equal, his mate and his lifelong love.
My wife has been a blessing to me and continues to be an important part of my life.

Touch her softly,
Feel her silken hair,
Touch her softly,
Feel her smooth cheeks,
Touch her softly,
Feel her gentle kiss,
Touch her softly,
Feel the soft curve of her breast,
Touch her softly,
Feel the soft skin of her belly,
Touch her softly,
Feel the gentle curve of her hips,
Touch her softly,
Feel the smoothness of her legs,
Touch her softly,
Feel the Love in her heart,
Touch her softly.

The other day I looked down
and saw an old man’s hand,
I thought how can this be?
It was not that long ago
that I saw a strong young hand.
What has happened?
I don’t remember growing old,
Each day I see more grey,
Each day a different ache,
When did I grow so old?
I question decisions of past
and wonder what if?
There will always be time to change,
now is there enough time?
I continue to grow older,
each day I hope a little wiser.
How did I get old so fast?
I remember my son as an infant,
holding him in my arms.
Now he approaches his 18th year.
I see a young man,
No longer an infant.
A man wanting to get on with his life.
A man wanting to start his own family,
Time lost that should have been.
Now as I pause and look back,
I wish that I could change the mistakes.
I know that those mistakes make me
what I am today, a little wiser,
a little more patient, a little more tolerant.
I try to tell my son but realize
each must make his own mistakes to grow.
  

By Scott McDonald