Poems about children. Poems about babies

Poems about babies, poems about children - for the design of photo books, photo albums, wall newspapers, for holidays and matinees.

I will tie your life from fluffy mohair threads. I will tie your life - I will not lie a single loop. I will bind your life, Where prayers are a pattern across the field - Wishes for happiness In the rays of true love! I will knit your life From cheerful melange yarn, I will knit your life And then I will give it from my heart. Where do I get threads? I will never confess to anyone. To tie your life together, I secretly unravel mine...

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A miracle walks around the apartment, There is no one more beloved in the world. Like lakes of saucer-eyes, a small gnome from a fairy tale. He says: “Give me some sweets!” Mom answers: - No! The affectionate gnome has disappeared, the gnome has become a harmful crybaby! Who is it that is roaring like that? Could this be a steamboat? Maybe it was the water carrier that spilled a bucket of tears. Who's stamping their feet here with tears and snot? Where is the crybaby from? And where did the miracle go? Mom will give him a toy, give him a peck on the sweet top of his head, Mom will sit next to him, and turn him into a miracle again! ***

The day begins with happiness, Happiness rose before everyone else! Happiness smiles at mom, turning her smile into laughter. Happiness splashed across the floor, Barefoot and without pants, My happiness is bare-bottomed, It is thoughtless, Shabutnoy and restless, Here it breaks, there it crushes, Above the lip there is a kefir mustache... Here it is running towards me! *** What is the sweetest sweet in the world? Sugar - I could once answer. Honey, marmalade, pastille.. and sherbet.. Only now I understood the answer - A dear child - the smell of the top of the head, What remains on our pillow, Tender fingers.. and marigolds - Ass, knees... and elbows... Which is the most bitter bitterness in the world ? Mustard - I could once answer... Radish and vinegar... wormwood and quinine.. Well, now - my answer is only one: Trembling lips - crying on the way This is what makes my heart sink The most bitterness - of my own child - Full of tears and resentment little eyes... *** Tell me, where did I come from? I asked everyone a question. And grandfather answered me: “The stork brought you to us.” And my grandmother told me: “They found you in the cabbage.” And my uncle joked: “They brought you from the station in a basket.” I know this is not true, Mom gave birth to me, I just don’t know the answer, Where did my mother get me? My sister grumbled at me: “You’ve turned everyone’s heads.” And I started over: “Where did I live before my mother?” No adult could explain this secret to me. Only my mother answered simply: “YOU LIVED IN MY HEART, SON!” *** You are sleeping, my little friend, The heart of an angel is innocent. I’ll quietly come up to the crib and kiss you on the cheek. I will carefully, barely breathing, cover you with a blanket. My soul lives in you, in a little tired child. You will turn on your side, smiling carelessly in your sleep. Sleep sweetly, my dear son, I will whisper when I touch your hair. I will meekly keep your sleep through the dark nights. Oh, Lord, do not let anxiety and sorrow befall Him. In the morning I will put a gift from a forest bunny in my little hand. There is nothing dearer to me than Your mischievous glance. And when you wake up, I’ll come up and see the joy in your sweet eyes. It’s so good that kids believe in fairy tales so willingly. Oh, mommy,” you whisper to me, “guess who was there today?” My good friend, a fluffy bunny, came to me from the forest! And joy and delight in the eyes, And a forked and sonorous laughter, And I will kiss your hands that clenched the Gift! *** I’m walking with my daughter, holding her palm. I’m walking with my daughter, And I see a cat nearby, I’ll see puddles and bushes, I’ll see different flowers, Beetles, bumblebees, daisies And various pieces of paper. Everything is unusual for her. And the world is not yet clear. And next to her, My world came to life - Huge and beautiful! *** Time flew by quickly, It seems like I just gave birth... My daughter has grown up, She started walking early. It seemed like I had just carried Her in my belly, Talked to her and sang, And dreamed day after day. I dreamed that I would see and take you in my arms. And I will say: “I am your mother,” And I will press you to my chest. I will never forget this first moment. I fell in love with our creation forever. I fell in love with our little lump, Our sweet child: These eyes, this nose, Both serious and joking. You will grow up to be a joy, daughter, Be smart, be yourself. And without any problems, be happy, mischievous! *** My daughter is sleeping, she’s tired. Today was a long day. She played all day long, giving everyone no rest. Just let him jump better The evil one is sick From above I will cover her with a snow-white sheet Let him sleep... And tomorrow again Kindergarten and children Daughter-Bunny, be healthy Sleep, my Sweetheart... *** What kind of eyes, what kind of cheeks, Like lips roses color! There is no one sweeter than our daughter, There is no one better in the whole world! Be healthy, our fish, Be obedient and modest! Make us happy with your smile, Be beautiful and smart! *** There are cheerful sparkles in your eyes. Dear fidget, how good you are! Like a light bird you get up early with the sun and coo and sing songs all day long. Your girlfriends like your perky laugh, Everyone around admires such a girl. And they wish the doll warm, bright days to please Mom and Dad and have friends. You’re wearing a smart dress now, we can’t take our eyes off you, beauty. We will affectionately call her princess. After all, you just have to look for such a girl! *** Ultrasound, tests, doctors, And nine months of anxiety, And finally in the spring, in the night, The roads converged with you And I can’t take my eyes off, And the feeling of happiness and unity, I wish I could fully experience the Holy joy of motherhood! We're home! God, he's screaming! Well, where are the books and cheat sheets?! Then he doesn’t eat...now he doesn’t sleep... My husband helps...from under pressure On the third day I went into the astral plane, I don’t notice any calls or faces, But my hands are vigilant, they’re in a rush - Weight gain is noted! What banquet? Why guests? Are we a month old? Everyone wants to get together?! Now cook, serve, pour, don’t forget to smile! Your first laugh, wow! Faster videos and photos! Well, we were late as always - Already sobbing to the point of hiccups! I played all night, fighting sleep, We’ll urgently note everything in the journal! We'll sleep sometime later, As they say - in the next world! Again we have nothing to wear, Although the bazaar of things has been bought up! Where are we growing?! Stand! Don't you dare! And they didn’t take down half of it! He eats puree! What a success! Hurry up to brag about your peers! But it turned out that everyone has been eating barbecue and pizza for a long time! Ours sat down - his peers walked away, He stood up - they were among those running! Set aside days off! At least catch up with those lagging behind! Friends at the cinema, at the stadium, We have our own Olympics - A throw under the table for the baby, A saved slipper is a reward! Hooray! All the difficulties have passed - Constipation, colic and enemas, But again into battle! Now pots, bruises, teeth and whims! The child is one year old?! Can't be! I didn't have time to enjoy it! I'll have to give birth again, Let it happen again! ***

The angel jumped and flew, the angel ran around the carriage, the station angel counted And the people on all the platforms. Sometimes he laughed, sometimes he was bored, sometimes he went to visit his neighbors, he drank tea with everyone, just like an adult angel! And then he flew towards me, perched on my knees. Whose angel are you? Whose pleasures is the fruit of whose imagination? His sleepy eyes turned into a fist and smiled sweetly. He took the paper and silently wrote something there, tried. And fell asleep. And I'm not sleeping. No time for sleep. Such a night! Writes “I LOVE YOU” Someone’s angel on a piece of paper..

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There is a baby living inside me, And soon he will be born! Well, in the meantime, when you sleep, He can only dream... A snub nose like mine, And eyes like dad's, A head in white curls - Well, there is no funnier paw! Then when he says “Ma”, his heart will beat in happiness! He will take his first step into spring bad weather. He will take dad by the hand, And give him a car, Take him to play with himself, Or draw a picture! There is no limit to the joy here!!! And tears of happiness will flow, When our little son is born into this wide world... ***

There is a holy and prophetic sign in nature, clearly marked throughout the centuries: The most beautiful of women, a woman with a child in her arms, conjuring against any misfortune, she will not take good things. No, not the Mother of God, but an earthly, proud, exalted mother. The light of love has been bequeathed to her since ancient times , And since then she has lived for centuries, The most beautiful of women A woman with a child in her arms Everything in the world is measured by footprints, No matter how many paths you walk The apple tree is decorated with fruits, A woman with the fate of her children May the sun applaud her forever! So she will live for centuries The most beautiful of women, A woman with a child in her arms!

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Miracle Cure

Adults! If you are sad, Cats scratch at your soul - Childhood at the pharmacy, ask: In drops or in pills. A couple of colored vitamins, Five drops of sugar - And barefoot without shoes Walking straight through the puddles. The sky will be reflected in your eyes so blue... It’s as if you will become the sun, a blade of grass and a bird. The trees are big again, I want to sing and play! ...Maybe you will even decide not to scold children anymore? The magical kingdom of childhood - The joy of funny pranks... It’s a pity that Moms don’t know about the miracle medicine yet. But no problem! Thank God, Instead of wonderful ideas, Adults will come to the aid of the laughter and smiles of children! Sveta Karpova, 13 years old ***

Mom, take me to my childhood...

Poems about past childhood, memories

Mom, take me to my childhood...

Mom, take me to my childhood, Where we hold hands again... Where behind the wall, next door, Faith lived and love...

Where is the curly sky In curls of clouds... The world there was not deceptive... There was no evil and no enemies...

Mom, I forgot my dear dreams there... I loved justice, the sky, people, and flowers...

Mom, I miss so much In the hour of inevitable melancholy, a Heart that understands everything, And warmth from a hand...

In childhood, everything was quickly resolved... Mom ran to cry... A moment later I smiled... Time flew by like a gallop...

It’s different now... I hide my tears, remain silent... Where is that path to the house? Mom, I want to go back to my childhood...

Believe in people, smile, Don’t expect terrible betrayals. Don’t part with your loved ones and don’t be afraid to fly...

Mom, the lines are blurring... We are only happy in appearance... We remain in the trap of grievances stored in the soul...

But you can’t keep warm from grievances. It has become even colder... Mom, take me to my childhood, To the world of good-natured people... Irina Samarina-Labyrinth

I want to go back to my childhood

I want to go back to childhood: For a little bit, for half an hour. Enter the old house, get warm and listen to the voices.

Voices that have not been heard in my life for many years. Voices without notes of sadness... Where can I find such a ticket?

Where to find a ticket to childhood, Where to buy at any cost? I will give any means, I want to go home.

I want, I want to go back, To start the path over again, To resurrect and wake up... God, do something. author unknown

Childhood

I want to hear the trees shake again, smell that flower on the hill, see the birds fly in the sky, feel the wind in my head

But it’s not for nothing that childhood is called a fast thing. It flies through time, years. But childhood does not leave us. It always lives nearby. Alyona

Take care of your children

Eduard Asadov

Take care of your children, don’t scold them for their pranks. The evil of your bad days Never take it out on them. Don't be seriously angry with them, Even if they have done something wrong, Nothing is more valuable than the tears that have rolled off the eyelashes of your loved ones.

If fatigue knocks you off your feet, You can’t cope with it, Well, your son will come up to you, Or your daughter will stretch out her hands. Hug them tightly, cherish children's affection. This is happiness! short moment Hurry up to be happy.

After all, they will melt like snow in the spring, These golden days will flash by and your children will leave their native hearth as they grow up. Leafing through the album With photographs of childhood, Remember with sadness the past About those days when we were together.

How will you want to come back again at this time, so that you can sing a song to them little ones, touch their cheeks with tender lips. And while there is children's laughter in the house, There is nowhere to escape from toys, You are the happiest in the world, Please take care of your childhood!

Heartfelt speech from parents of 11th grade graduates at the Last Bell

A beautiful, long (or not so long) speech by parents, delivered at the Last Bell in the 11th grade, will certainly move both the children themselves and the teachers present at the holiday to tears. Of course, sincere and sincere impromptu is great, but not everyone can improvise. Therefore, it is advisable to prepare (and learn!) words in advance.

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Dear children, when we led you by the hand to first grade, it seemed like an eternity until the prom.
But, here it comes. You have become quite grown up and will soon go to universities, find your love, your favorite activity and new friends. Let the transition to a new level of life be easy. Let problems be solved quickly, and study bring pleasure. We are proud of you! ***
Today is a great day, you are saying goodbye to school, to your second home.
Of course, it’s difficult and the unknown probably scares you. But there is no need to worry, because we sincerely believe in you. Everything will definitely work out and very soon you will become famous doctors, teachers, lawyers... Your life will change for the better, and we are all happy about it! ***
Children, now you are standing on the threshold of a new life, all you have to do is take a small step towards destiny, and your life will change dramatically. Even though you are starting a new adult life, we will always be there to help if you need it. We will forever remain parents who love and are very proud of their children!

Where does childhood go?

lyrics

Where does childhood go? To what cities and where can we find a means to get there again? It will go silently While the whole city is sleeping And won’t write letters And is unlikely to call

Chorus:

Both in winter and in summer Unprecedented miracles will await There will be childhood somewhere, but not here And in the white snowdrifts And in the puddles by the stream There will be someone running But not me

Where does childhood go? Where has it gone? Probably to a wonderful land. Where every day is a movie. Where also on a blue night the moonlight flows. But you and I are different. There is no way there.

Chorus.

Where does childhood go To distant lands To the kids in the neighborhood Just like me It will go silently While the whole city is sleeping And won’t write letters And is unlikely to call

Chorus.

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Elena Blaginina

Baby Naked

I sewed a little something for the naked baby, New clothes for the naked baby. Scarlet shirt, Blue pants. You see, there's a pocket on each side. I sewed a yellow casing... Oh, the dandy little ones - Naked! I’ll teach my brother how to put on shoes too. I know how to put on shoes, if I just want to. I’ll teach my little brother how to put on shoes. Here they are - boots. This one is from the left leg. This one is from the right leg. If it rains, We'll put on our boots. This one is from the right leg, This one is from the left leg. That's how good it is! was starved by the yellow shoal and lay down on the bench. Today I ran barefoot on the grass. I have seen sharp blades of grass grow, I have seen blue periwinkles bloom. I heard a frog croaking in the pond, I heard a cuckoo crying in the garden. I saw a gander at the flower bed. He pecked at a big worm near the tub. I heard a nightingale - What a good singer! I saw an ant Under a heavy burden. I marveled at such a strong man for two hours... And now I want to sleep, Well, I'm exhausted...

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Top-top... That's it... Hurray-hurray! I took a step! Alone, but how! Everyone gasped! And I'm happy! Just a little more and I'm free! I'll get where I want! If I fall, I won’t scream! I wish I could learn to run soon... Oh, mom will do something!

Natalia Ladilova

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A. Schneider

Top and top, step by step I move along the sofa, I hold on to it stubbornly, My path lies only straight, Who told me to go early? I'm seven months old already. I walked along the crib, And stood at the table, Dropped two notebooks and tore the covers. Mom was angry with me: You’ll break your forehead, stupid! Well, let it be, but I studied, Step by step, top and bottom.

My son

Without any effort, I placed a tightly swaddled warm package on my palm. He has a middle name and a last name, but he still doesn’t have a name...

We'll find the name. That's not the question here. The main thing is that the boy was born! The corner of the package opened slightly, only a pacifier and a nose button were visible...

Evening shadows are creeping into the garden, The week-old baby is sleeping and does not know, That the proudly frozen mother and father are sitting by the crib in admiration!

I used to laugh when I met parents who were too partial to their babies. I told them: “You are just pests. The main thing is endurance, rigor, regimen!”

That's what I taught. But finally, in our room, a little boy began to cry, Where is our endurance? Are we strict? Instead of peace - continuous anxiety:

Now our chandelier seems bright to us, Now our son is cold, now our son is hot, Now he coughed, now he sighed, Now he winced, now he sneezed...

However, I exaggerated the colors deliberately. Fears will disappear, we are sure of it. Let a bachelor laugh at me, If he becomes a parent, the laughter will end.

My little boy is sleeping at the dacha under the pine trees, clutching a pacifier with his toothless gums... The world spreads out before him with roads With joy, grief, peace, worries...

No! He will not follow the crooked path. He will achieve a different kind of happiness for himself: He will forge happiness like a blacksmith in a forge! I believe in his golden happiness. I believe with all my heart! That's why I'm a father!

(E. Asadov)

Boy Oh

Alexey Starikov

Once upon a time there lived a boy, Oi. He was like you and me, But unlike us, Oikal was ten times more often.

A boy will get up in the morning, Oh, and touch the floor with his bare foot: “Oh! - he shouts. “Below me, the floor is just icy!”

The boy washed his face, Oh, only with warm water, But even then he always shouted: “Oh, hot water!”

Oikal is also a boy Oh Very often while eating - Every now and then you hear: “Oh! The bread is tasteless! The soup is bad!

And Oh goes out for a walk - You hear “oh” and “oh” again: “Oh, dog! Oh, I'm afraid! I’d better go home!”

They will call him home - Oy begins to whine: “Oh! - resounds again. - Oh! I want to go for more walks!”

That's what a boy Oi was like!.. You, of course, are not like that, Although, probably, sometimes you act like Oi yourself?

Speech by parents at the Last Bell in 11th grade: words of gratitude to teachers

A speech of gratitude to teachers on the day of the Last Bell in 11th grade is a good and wise tradition. Congratulations can be both general and targeted. If you think that among the teachers there are truly talented people who have helped your child achieve success, why not say warm words of gratitude personally?

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Dear teachers, on the day of our children’s graduation we would like to express our heartfelt gratitude to you for your difficult, but so important and necessary work.
Be healthy, happy both in your family and in your work, let only grateful students who appreciate you meet on your path. ***
Today is Graduation Day and I would like to say a few warm words to the teachers!
You raised our children, put knowledge into their rebellious heads, gave them love and always supported them. Gratitude is difficult to express in words. We wish you great prosperity and joy, peace of mind and prosperity. We will remember you all our lives. Thank you for everything, be happy! ***
Our dear teachers, today our children say goodbye to school and begin a new path to an independent life.
Thank you, beloved ones, for your invaluable work and incredible patience. We wish you to produce educated and intelligent students from year to year, we wish you never to experience failures and setbacks in your activities, we wish you to remain wonderful and bright people in life. ***
Dear and dear teachers, faithful mentors and good companions of our children, on this solemn day we sincerely thank you for your patience and understanding, for your care and love. We wish you great success and undoubted luck, gallant activity and sincere respect. We wish you to remain here as irreplaceable people and wonderful teachers.

How to get rid of laziness

Nikolay Dick

Mom will be there for the light in the morning and will bring the dishes to the table. My daughter turned to the wall: “I want to sleep, but I won’t eat.”

Mom opened the frame. The sun rose over the houses. The daughter grumbles at her mother again: “Oh, don’t, it’s too early.”

It's warm outside, the sun is shining through her window. Sveta pouts: “I’ll freeze anyway.”

Every morning, every day, Sveta is too lazy to wake up. Out of whim, my mother hears: “I’m a girl, not a stump.”

Every day, every now and then: - I'm tired of this dress. - I won’t wear this. And I won't wash the dishes.

“Give me this, give me that... That’s a whim, our Sveta,” Grandfather says sadly, “Everything is always wrong, Everything is wrong, no matter what you take.” What will happen next?

The grandfather offers his mother: - To get rid of troubles, To teach the whim of the Light a lesson, I’ll give you one piece of advice...

The job is done, in the morning Mom left the yard, Dad will only be back for lunch, Grandfather went to visit a neighbor for an hour.

Svetlana wakes up, looks for mom and dad in the house: - Where is breakfast? Where's the food? What's happened? What a disaster!

There was nothing to do, she began to do everything herself. I quickly warmed up breakfast and then got down to business.

I swept the floor in the apartment, prepared the table, made my bed, and waited for mom and dad.

As soon as my mother entered the door: “I did everything myself, I cooked, I cleaned, I washed, I swept.”

It’s a shame to be lazy. You probably feel offended that I grew up capricious. I'll fix it, I can do it.

Mom and Dad smiled: “And you yourself will wake up early?” - Yes, of course, I’ll try, Well, at least I’ll try.

Grandfather is pleased: - Well done! We finally got there... I realized that being capricious and lazy from an early age means you will become superfluous everywhere - this is how the white world works.

Laziness does not make a person beautiful - Remember this forever!

Mom's protector

The lights went out in our apartment - an accident happened somewhere! I immediately took my mother’s hand, Because she was scared without light.

With difficulty, we managed to find a candlestick with a candle in the pantry, And I held my mother’s hand, After all, I am a man after all!

Then we went to the kitchen - There were matches on the stove, And I held my mother’s hand - Mom was afraid out of habit.

We finally lit the candle - And immediately it became more fun, But I held my mother’s hand - Let her calm down first.

And soon the light came on - And there was nothing to be afraid of... I left my mother’s hand, Otherwise he would start to feel shy. (A. Starikov.)

Poems, authors whom I, alas, do not know. If anyone recognizes the authorship, I would be grateful for the hint. Very wonderful poems about children .

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A miracle walks around the apartment, There is no one more beloved in the world. Like lakes of saucer-eyes, a small gnome from a fairy tale.

He says: “Give me some sweets!” Mom answers: - No! The affectionate gnome has disappeared, the gnome has become a harmful crybaby!

Who is it that is roaring like that? Could this be a steamboat? Maybe it was the water carrier that spilled a bucket of tears.

Who's stamping their feet here with tears and snot? Where is the crybaby from? And where did the miracle go?

Mom will give him a toy, give him a peck on the sweet top of his head, Mom will sit next to him, and turn him into a miracle again!

*** The day begins with happiness, Happiness rose before everyone else! Happiness smiles at mom, turning her smile into laughter.

Happiness splashed across the floor, Barefoot and without pants, My happiness is bare-bottomed, It is thoughtless,

Shabutnoe and unspiritual, Here it breaks, there it crushes, Above the lip there is a kefir mustache... Here it is running towards me!

*** Tell me where did I come from? I asked everyone a question. And grandfather answered me: “The stork brought you to us.” And my grandmother told me: “They found you in the cabbage.” And my uncle joked: “They brought you from the station in a basket.” I know this is not true, Mom gave birth to me, I just don’t know the answer, Where did my mother get me? My sister grumbled at me: “You’ve turned everyone’s heads.” And I started over: “Where did I live before my mother?” No adult could explain this secret to me. Only my mother answered simply: “YOU LIVED IN MY HEART, SON!”

*** You are sleeping, my little friend, The heart of an angel is innocent. I’ll quietly come up to the crib and kiss you on the cheek. I will carefully, barely breathing, cover you with a blanket. My soul lives in you, in a little tired child. You will turn on your side, smiling carelessly in your sleep. Sleep sweetly, my dear son, I will whisper when I touch your hair. I will meekly keep your sleep through the dark nights. Oh, Lord, do not let anxiety and sorrow befall Him. In the morning I will put a gift from a forest bunny in my little hand. There is nothing dearer to me than Your mischievous glance. And when you wake up, I’ll come up and see the joy in your sweet eyes. It’s so good that kids believe in fairy tales so willingly. Oh, mommy,” you whisper to me, “Who was there today, guess?” My good friend, a fluffy bunny, came to me from the forest! And joy and delight in the eyes, And a forked and sonorous laughter, And I will kiss your hands that clenched the Gift!

*** I'm walking with my daughter, holding her hand. I’m walking with my daughter, And I see a cat nearby, I’ll see puddles and bushes, I’ll see different flowers, Beetles, bumblebees, daisies And various pieces of paper. Everything is unusual for her. And the world is not yet clear. And next to her, My world came to life - Huge and beautiful!

*** Time flew by quickly, It seems like I just gave birth... My daughter has grown up, She started walking early. It seemed like I had just carried Her in my belly, Talked to her and sang, And dreamed day after day. I dreamed that I would see and take you in my arms. And I will say: “I am your mother,” And I will press you to my chest. I will never forget this first moment. I fell in love with our creation forever. I fell in love with our little lump, Our sweet child: These eyes, this nose, Both serious and joking. You will grow up to be a joy, daughter, Be smart, be yourself. And without any problems, be happy, mischievous!

*** What eyes, what cheeks, Lips like the color of roses! There is no one sweeter than our daughter, There is no one better in the whole world!

Be healthy, our fish, Be obedient and modest! Make us happy with your smile, Be beautiful and smart!

*** The angel jumped and flew, the angel ran around the carriage, the station angel counted And the people on all the platforms.

Sometimes he laughed, sometimes he was bored, sometimes he went to visit his neighbors, he drank tea with everyone, just like an adult angel!

And then he flew towards me, perched on my knees. Whose angel are you? Whose pleasures is the fruit of whose imagination?

His sleepy eyes turned into a fist and smiled sweetly. He took the paper and silently wrote something there, tried.

And fell asleep. And I'm not sleeping. No time for sleep. Such a night! Writes “I LOVE YOU” Someone’s angel on a piece of paper...

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Being a baby is not at all easy: Firstly, he is small in stature, Plus very little weight, And, thirdly, there are no teeth at all! You lie there, small and invisible, dressed in an undignified cap, and you feel sleepy, and you want to eat, you can’t get up, you can’t sit down! They always shove a pacifier in your mouth, You walk where they take you, Diapers quickly get wet, And they don’t give you trousers yet! Nobody understands you, But everyone coos with you. And this is what people call the Golden Time of Childhood! Why did I choose this path? To turn your life around!!! I congratulate you with me! It won't be easy for you, I won't lie. I will demand attention, patience, affection, adoration! Strength, money, time, participation, But this is called HAPPINESS!

Adult

Yuri Yakovlev

It must be very cool to be an adult: Walk whenever you want, Under the rain and under the snow.

When you don’t feel like it, don’t wear galoshes, Because it’s clear to everyone - You’ll be lost in galoshes. It's probably very cool to wear a thick beard and definitely not eat soup. It's probably great too! Swim in the lake at least forty times a day And live in friendship with ice cream, Without fear of sore throat.

It must be very cool to never sleep during the day, because adults are not commanded: “Come on, go to bed!”

And an adult doesn’t care about the cold, about the dampness, about the scarf and about the runny nose. And so I dreamed of growing up!

Let the years drag on for a long time, I have become broad-shouldered, tall, They have already given me a passport, Like all ordinary adults.

I can walk through puddles, but for some reason I can’t. With creamy ice cream, imagine, I’m not friends.

I sleep of my own free will for an hour after dinner, and believe me, I like soup more than candy.

I swim in moderation, I don’t play around with the snow. And yet it’s very cool to be an adult!

Poems about children

Children are the glances of fearful eyes, the sound of playful feet on the parquet floor. Children are the sun in cloudy motifs, a whole world of hypotheses of joyful sciences.

Eternal chaos in the gold rings, Kind words whispered in the semi-darkness, Peaceful pictures of birds and sheep dozing on the wall in a cozy nursery.

Children mean evening, evening on the couch. Through the window, in the fog, the sparkles of lanterns, The measured voice of a fairy tale about Tsar Saltan, About mermaids - sisters of the fabulous seas.

Children are rest, a short moment of peace, a reverent vow to the Lord in the crib, Children are the world’s gentle riddles, And in the riddles themselves lies the answer. (M. Tsvetaeva)

Ugly girl

Nikolay Zabolotsky

Among other children playing, She resembles a frog. A thin shirt is tucked into shorts, rings of reddish curls are scattered, the mouth is long, the teeth are crooked, the facial features are sharp and ugly. Their fathers bought two boys her age a bicycle. Today the boys, in no hurry for dinner, are racing around the yard, forgetting about her, and she is running after them. Someone else's joy, just like her own, languishes her and breaks out of her heart, And the girl rejoices and laughs, Captivated by the happiness of being.

This creature does not yet know a shadow of envy or evil intent. Everything in the world is so immensely new to her, Everything that is dead to others is so alive! And I don’t want to think, watching, That there will be a day when she, sobbing, Sees with horror that among her friends She is just a poor ugly girl! I want to believe that the heart is not a toy, It’s hardly possible to break it suddenly! I want to believe that this pure flame, which burns in its depths, will overcome all its pain and melt the heaviest stone! And even though her features are not good and she has nothing to seduce the imagination, - the infantile grace of the soul is already visible in any of her movements. And if this is so, then what is beauty and why do people deify it? Is she a vessel in which there is emptiness, Or a fire flickering in the vessel?

My childhood gave me everything that this world is rich with...

Poems about the childhood of Russian writers

Childhood

My belated verse greets the birth of a dear child. May the blessings of all the angels of heaven and earth be with him! May he be worthy of his father, like his mother, beautiful and loved; May his spirit be calm and firm in right, like God’s cherub. Let him not know until his time, Neither the torment of love, nor the glory of greedy thoughts; Let him look without reproach at the false brilliance and false noise of the world; Let him not look for reasons for other people's passions and joys, and he will emerge from the secular mud with a white soul and unharmed in heart! Mikhail Lermontov

Oh, how I loved trains as a child...

Oh, how I loved trains as a child, Mysteriously festive, green, Cheerful, noisy, dusty, Always rushing back and forth!

Adults are strange sometimes. If possible (that’s funny!) they don’t occupy the top shelves, where it’s so nice to look out the window!..

I loved trains for the restlessness, for the flashes of joy and farewell, for the thrill of eternal expectation and as if there were wings behind my back!

But the years flashed by faster than sleepers, And the heart, as before, does not expect miracles. Otherwise the trains are no longer there, Otherwise I’m not the same now...

But those magic trains sped away. And, it seems, forever... Eduard Asadov

Everything my childhood gave me...

My childhood gave me everything that this world is rich with: the affection of my dear mother and my father’s advice,

A night of silver stars, a golden summer day and life-giving air hundreds of miles high.

Everything around was new: the house and yard where I grew up, and that first word that I said out loud.

Let it be difficult and new and fresh, like it, be every word that is given to me to say. Samuel Marshak

Childhood memories

My childhood appears to me like a peaceful Valley in the morning fog. Under the smoky cover, merging, hiding among the coolness, green forests and lines of hills, and the young morning casts a ruddy glow through the bluish clouds of rejoicing. All images are light, and all are elusive. The gaze anxiously searches for a familiar bush, I want to eavesdrop on how an invisible leaf whispers. The icy spring conducts a familiar conversation; But everything is vague... The soul cherishes a sinless dream, Freshness fragrantly wafts from everywhere. Nikolay Ogarev

Childhood

The hotter the day, the sweeter it is in the forest To breathe in the dry, resinous aroma, And it was fun for me in the morning to wander through these sunny chambers!

There is glitter everywhere, bright light everywhere, The sand is like silk... I cling to the gnarled pine tree And I feel: I am only ten years old, And the trunk is a giant, heavy, majestic.

The bark is rough, wrinkled, red, but how warm, how warm it is all warmed by the sun! And it seems that it is not pine that smells, but the heat and dryness of sunny summer. Ivan Bunin

Childhood is something that we have lost in time, but have kept within ourselves. Elchin Safarli

Parents' parting speech at the last bell: heartfelt to tears

Parents’ beautiful, heartfelt and tear-touching parting speeches to graduates inspire them on the path to new heights. After all, admission to educational institutions lies ahead. Believing in themselves and not noticing obstacles is what yesterday’s students will need to succeed. It is not necessary that parting words be lengthy and voluminous. A few succinct and sincere phrases are enough for our grown-up children to feel the love and care of their elders.

Here are parting words to yesterday's ninth graders.

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Our dear graduates!
Congratulations on graduating from 9th grade. Many of you will continue your studies at our school. And for those who have decided to start a new, independent life, we would like to wish them easy overcoming of obstacles on the way to their intended goal. Let today be a successful start to your adult life. Good luck to you, our beloved students! ***
It seems like just yesterday it was September 1st and the first bell in your life rang for you!
9 years have flown by, all the exams are behind us and today we celebrate your long-awaited graduation! You face a difficult choice, whether to continue studying or start building a career, but regardless of your choice, we want to wish you success in all your endeavors, happiness, courage, determination and sincere actions! And, of course, the main heroes of the occasion—those who are graduating from the eleventh grade—are waiting for parting words. Listening to the speeches of their mothers and fathers, yesterday's schoolchildren want to become a source of pride for their parents and certainly live up to their expectations.

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Our dear beloved children!
The last bell has rung. It's time for you to enter adulthood. Even though it won't be easy, we want to choose the right path in life. The path to a happy life, full of bright events and colorful moments. A life where there will be no bitter losses, misfortunes, wrong, cruel actions. Always, dear ones, do as we taught you, as school taught you. A school certificate is your ticket to life. Try to make sure you don't miss the chance to make your life happy. And today we all say together: “Thank you, school! We will never forget you. You made our children adults and independent. Prosperity and prosperity to you, and patience to us!” ***
Dear guys, today it’s time for you to go into adulthood! I would like to believe in your future successes, because this is the only way it should be. Your energy and youth will serve as a guarantee of this. We wish that each of you realizes your abilities to the maximum, is surrounded by good friends and manages to become happy.

Developmental children from 0 to 1 year

CHEWING SONG
(Sing it to any tune when you feed the baby) I take the first spoon and chew the second, I swallow the third spoon and start again.
I’ll eat a spoon for mommy, And I’ll eat it for daddy too, For the dog, the bird, the cat, Then I’ll eat it. Yum-yum-yum-yum, very tasty, delicious for us. Yum-yum-yum-yum, delicious for us. I continue to eat, I chew a new spoon, I now swallow for myself, and for my entire family. And for my grandmother, of course, and for my grandfather, and for all my friends in the world, I’ll eat everything! Yum-yum-yum-yum, very tasty, delicious for us. Yum-yum-yum-yum, delicious for us. © *** LEARNING TO EAT BY OURSELVES
We will learn to eat ourselves, A spoon for Ira (or another name), a spoon for mom, We fill it, we put it in our mouth, And now our mouth is chewing.
We lived, we swallow everything, And we start from the beginning. © *** FUN FEEDING
All animals need to eat, Birds, fish and children, Open your mouth wide, We will fill your tummy. A spoon for mom, for dad, for grandfather, A spoon for grandma, a friend, a neighbor, A spoon for a mouse, for a cat, for bunnies, A spoon for girls, a spoon for boys. © More poems - nursery rhymes...

FINGERS

Let's count our fingers One, two, three, four, five.
The first finger is the thumb, the index finger is the second, the third finger is the middle one, and the fourth is the ring finger. The fifth finger, our favorite, The smallest one is the little finger. © ***
One, two, three, four, five Let's go for a walk, make friends, circle and bow to each other!

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This finger is small. This finger is weak. This finger is long. This finger is strong. Well, this is a fat guy. And all together a fist.

STUDYING OURSELVES

This is a mouth, This is a nose, These are chubby cheeks, These are eyes, eyebrows, forehead, Ears have finally been found.
These are the arms, These are the legs, This is the belly - the belly, These are the heels - circles, This is the mouth again. © ***
Where are our pens? And here are our hands! Where are our legs? And here are our legs! But this is Mashin’s (another name) nose. It's all overgrown with goats. Well, what is this? Stomach. But this is Mashin (another name) mouth. These are the eyes, and these are the ears. But these cheeks are thick pillows. Show me your tongue. Let's tickle your side.

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These are the eyes to see. This is a nose for breathing. These are ears to hear. These are legs for running. These are arms to hug your mother very tightly.

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Spider, spider, (Name) grab the barrel.
Frog, frog, grab (Name) by the ear. Deer, deer, (Name) grab by the knees. Doggie, doggie, (Name) grab his nose. Hippopotamus, hippopotamus, (Name) grab his stomach. Wasp, wasp, (Name) grab by the hair. Grasshoppers, grasshoppers, grab (Name) by the shoulders. WASH
Warm water Washes Anya’s (another name) face, Keeps her forehead, nose, chin, cheeks, mouth clean.
After washing well, it became clean and fresh. © WASHING YOUR HANDS
After a walk and before lunch, we wash our hands thoroughly with soap. So that any microbes, bacteria, would not eat food with us at lunch. ©

BRUSHING YOUR TEETH

Teeth are waiting for a toothbrush to relieve their itching: “We chewed, we worked, We were not the least bit lazy. Now we need a reward, we need to be cleaned with paste.” ©

BATHING IN THE BATH

My Masha (or another name) slowly, How good the water is!

We wash the washcloth with soap so that the washcloth can wash away the dirt.

Wash your hands, wash your legs, quickly wash your heels, wash your shoulders, tummy, wash your neck, cheeks, mouth, then your back, below your butt, and now with some warm water, wash off the soap and Hurray! The mud floated away with the water. ©

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Water, water, Wash my face, So that my eyes shine, So that my cheeks blush, So that my mouth laughs, So that my teeth bite.

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Okay, okay, wash your little ones with soap! Clean palms, Here's bread and spoons for you!

More poems - nursery rhymes washing, bathing...

GOING TO BED

This is who yawns and rubs his eyes.
This is our sleepy baby, you are already almost asleep. Time to collect toys and rush to your pillow, to sleep sweetly on it, and grow faster in your sleep. © ***
Sweet dreams, good night, The night wants to tell a fairy tale, About wonderful lands, about magical seas, About palaces and ships that sail around the earth, About forests on the shore, mountains, a rainbow - an arc. Sleep quickly, fall asleep, start watching your dreams. ©

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Our arms are tired, our legs are tired, Let them rest a little on a soft bed. Our eyes are tired, our nose, mouth, ears, let them also rest until tomorrow on the pillow. ©

More bedtime poems to help you fall asleep...

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After a delicious lunch, the fidgety kitten is sleeping. He sleeps with his head on his side. He fell asleep and we were silent...

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Here lie in the crib Pink heels Whose heels are these Soft and sweet? The goslings will come running and pinch your heels. Hide quickly, don’t yawn, cover with a blanket!

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One two three four five! Mom and (Masha, Kolya...) will sleep. One two three four! It suddenly became quiet in the apartment. One two Three! Do not say anything. One, two! There is a head on the pillow... Close your eyes and One! Dreams are already greeting us...

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The fairy tale goes from house to house, through the high chambers, wait for it, close your eyes. Sleep, little peephole, Sleep, another one. A good fairy tale will come, A good heart will find it, Wait for it, close your eyes. Sleep, little peephole, Sleep, another one.

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Putting the child to sleep is necessary for dad - the rooster. The cockerel sings to the chicken: - Bye-bye, crow! A chicken runs and cackles: “You’ll wake him up like that!” Who sings like that at night? Roosters are of no use! - Bayu-bayushki-chicken, Bayu-bayu, co-co-co, May you dream of a fairy tale, It’s time to sleep a long time ago. ©

WAKE UP

Eyes open, Eyes wake up, Leg stretches, Heels stretches, Arms and palms, Sweet kids!
Give me a kiss on my elbow! Wake up, daughter! How I love you! (Option for boys) Give me a kiss on my elbow! My dear son! How I love you! ***
Little hands, yes, the baby has. Stretchers are like twigs, We pull stretchers towards mommy, And little palms, and little pillows.

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Stretch and stretch From your toes to the top of your head! We will stretch and stretch, We will not remain small!

GETTING DRESSED

We are on chubby little hands, Putting on a shirt. Repeat after me the words: Handle - one, handle - two!
Let's fasten the fasteners on your clothes: Buttons and buttons, Various rivets. We'll put panties on my baby: Repeat after me: Leg - one, leg - two! And now on your feet - Socks and boots! ***
We'll go for a walk now, But we won't freeze. To make us warmer, Let's wrap ourselves in a blanket! The hat is bright! The blanket is hot! Just eyes and nose! For a walk! Out in the cold!

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Now let's put on our boots. We'll put shoes on our feet. Two boots and two legs - Each leg has a boot.

TOP-TOP

They stomped their feet: Top-top-top!
They clapped their hands: Clap-clap-clap! Sit down! Get up! Se-li again! And then they ate all the porridge! ***
Stomp with one foot, stomp with another, I’m already so big, And the Legs themselves walk straight to mom.

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What kind of legs? What kind of legs? You, our baby! We will not give your legs to either a dog or a cat. These legs, these legs will run along the path.

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Early in the morning in the clearing This is how the monkeys frolic: With their right leg, stomp, stomp! Left foot stomp, stomp! Hands up, hands up! Who will rise the highest?

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ON HORSEBACK

Three-ta-tush-ki!
Three-ta-tush-ki! (name) rides on a pillow! Riding on a pillow! Bang! Off the pillow head over heels! ***
ON A SMOOTH ROAD

Along a smooth path, Along a smooth path, Over bumps, over bumps, Over small bushes, Over bumps - woo-hoo! In the hole - WHAM!

WHO SAYS WHAT

As soon as he sees the cat, the dog says - woof. The cat saw the mouse, And the cat said, meow. The mouse, running away, follows, Pee-pee-pee, squeaks in response. A beetle is flying nearby, buzzing, J-z-z, talking in flight. The bird jumped up to the house and chirped. There are ducklings under the window in the garden, quack-quack-quack, the guys are screaming. Then the chicken runs Ko-ko-ko and tells them. And the rooster walks alone, KukarEku hums. There is a cow in the meadow, Mooing loudly - moo. And the frog from the pond answered everyone, qua-qua. ©

WHO WILL SIT IN THE MEADOW

Far, far away In the meadow, goats are grazing... Goats? No, not goats. Far, far away, horses are grazing in the meadow? No, not horses. Far, far away In the meadow, cows are grazing? That's right, cows! Children, drink milk - you will be healthy. Drink milk, children, you will be healthy!

BEAR CLUBFOOT

A clubfooted bear is walking through the forest.
He collects cones and sings a song. Suddenly a cone fell - right on the bear’s forehead! The bear got angry and stomped with his foot. ***
LADUSHKI

Okay, okay!
- Where were you? - By Grandma. - What did you eat? - Porridge. - What did you drink? - Brew. - What's for a snack? - Sour cabbage. - We drank... We ate... We flew off. They sat on the head. ***Okay, okay. We baked pancakes. It turned out exactly five: One must be given to the Bug, Two - to the cat with a mustache, We will eat two ourselves. ***
BUNNY

The little gray bunny sits and wiggles his ears.
It's cold for the bunny to sit, I need to warm my little paws. It's cold for the bunny to stand, the bunny needs to jump. Someone scared the bunny - Bunny - jumped - and ran away! ***
GOAT - HORNED

A horned goat is coming, A butted goat is coming: Legs: top!
Top! With your eyes: clap! Clap! He who does not eat porridge, who does not drink milk, will be gored, gored! ***
RAIN

Rain, rain, drip and drip! Don't keep dripping like that for too long! It’s raining, it’s pouring rain, it’s not easy to get your hands on!

CUBES

Cubes, cubes - Blue and red, Yellow, green - Let's build - build houses!
Our hands are swinging! The house immediately - bang-bang! The destroyer is having fun - the builder is smiling! The game continues - The house has been built, hurra! Continuation from my older brother...
With difficulty, I built a house out of cubes for my sister, But she didn’t appreciate it, And she destroyed my house. Even if you’re not even a year old, it’s still a shame. ©

Speech by parents at the Last Bell: beautiful words to teachers and students of 9th grade

School years fly by quickly. Time passed, and funny first-graders turned into ninth-graders. For some of them, the school bell rings for the last time, as they are about to enter technical schools and colleges. For those who continue to study at school, the last bell only means the end of the school year. Parents congratulate their children on a new milestone in life - the completion of 9th grade, with parting words and wishes for new successes and life achievements. We offer the most touching, warm and sincere words from parents to graduates and their mentors.

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9 wonderful years have flown by, which will forever remain in our memory just like the guys.
Anything could happen, not everything turned out smoothly. But we knew for sure that they would listen to us here, help us, and support us. Dear teachers, administration, all specialists of the friendly school team, thank you for our children. Gratitude for your work is difficult to express in words and just as difficult to appreciate. We wish your and our school only good luck, success and prosperity. Thanks again! ***
You have already come a long way in your school life.
For some of you, today is really the last school bell, and adult worries lie ahead. We wish them to achieve their goal and get the desired profession. And for some, there are only a couple of school years left before the coveted certificate. We wish you a good rest during the holidays - and forward to battle, gaining new knowledge. After all, you shouldn’t relax; a large number of formulas, tasks, and works of art await you. We express special gratitude to the teachers. Thank you for investing your knowledge and soul into our children. Your work is invaluable! Heartfelt thanks! ***
The last bell has rung! The results of the next academic year have been summed up. Our children spent nine years shoulder to shoulder with each other. Now someone will leave to conquer new horizons, and someone will sit at their home desk for a couple of years. We wish you to find yourself, find your purpose and decide on the place you want to occupy in this world. I wish you success, good luck, ease and great achievements!