Original Poems for Infant Minds My Mother Who ran to help me when I fell, And would some pretty story tell, Or kiss the place to make it well? My Mother. – Anon.
Women known The way to rear up children (to be just) They know a simple, merry, tender knack Of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes And stringing pretty words that make no sense. And kissing full sense into empty words. – Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Women know the way to rear up children (to be just). They know a simple, merry, tender knack of tying sashes, fitting baby-shoes, and stringing pretty words that make no sense. And kissing full sense into empty words. – Elizabeth Barrett Browning
These things bring you to reality as to how fragile you are at the same moment you are doing something that nobody else is able to do. The same moment that you are seen as the best, the fastest and somebody that cannot be touched, you are enormously fragile. – Ayrton Senna
