Buckets
Sarah's
Buckets
1/11/16
When you were young we loved to be free
we'd walk by the river and weave through the trees
With our small buckets in hand we would go
gathering rocks to friends we would show
admiring our rocks with a smile and a grin
We searched for the rocks again and again
Now that your older and out on your own
I hope you remember
the rocks and the stones
Though still I go on
rocks filled to the top
One bucket is missing
But still I can't stop
Some day when your older
When my days are done
I hope you remember the rocks and the fun
I built a rock mountain with all kinds of love
I hope you are proud of the work that we've done
believe that I did it my love your the one
I'll do it all over
heart happy so fun
Think of me often
the fun that we had
It's me that old timer
your devoted dad
1/11/16
Copyright © Dean Mobley | Year Posted 2016
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