In the warmth of a hug, and a bedtime kiss,
Parenting's blessings, pure and bliss.
Little feet running, laughter in the air,
Simple joys of parenting, beyond compare.
A scraped knee healed with a gentle touch,
Blessings of parenting, love as such.
Crayon art on walls, a mess to behold,
In these little moments, treasures unfold.
From first steps to the words so sweet,
Parenting's blessings, oh, what a treat.
Sleepless nights, yet hearts so full,
A lullaby of love, a parental pull.
In "I'm sorry" whispers, and forgiveness true,
Blessings of parenting, in every hue.
A journey with joy, tears, and grace,
Parenting blessings, an embrace.
So here's to the parents, simple and grand,
Blessings abundant, in love's endless strand.
In the everyday magic, big and small,
Parenting's blessings, cherished above all.
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