Whose Child Is This?
"Whose child is this?" I asked one day
Seeing a little one out at play
"Mine," said the parent with a tender smile
"Mine to keep a little while
To
bathe his hands and comb his hair
To
tell him what he is to wear
To
prepare him that he may always be good
And
each day do the things he should."
"Whose child is this?" I asked again
As
the door opened and someone came in
"Mine" said the teacher with the same tender smile
"Mine to keep a little while
To
teach him how to be gentle and kind
To
train and direct his dear little mind
To
help him live by every rule
And
get the best he can from school."
"Whose child is this?" I ask once more
Just as the little one entered the door
"Ours," said the parent and the teacher as they smiled
And
each took the hand of the little child
"Ours to love and train together
Ours this blessed task forever.
Author Unknown