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And give a mother pleasure - The things her children bring to her Which they so richly treasure... The picture that is smudged a bit With tiny fingerprints, The colored rock, the lightning bugs, The sticky peppermints; The ragged, bright bouquet of flowers A child brings, roots and all - These things delight a mother's heart Although they seem quite small. A mother can see beauty In the very smallest thing For there's a little bit of heaven In a small child's offering. - Katherine Nelson Davis |