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Forty Eight Hours

Sixteen months old, and quiet a mess, forty eight hours, I have had my test. Although, not as young, as I used to be, I did it you see. His mother was ill, so I brought him home, started singing, those lullaby songs. Tired, and frazzled, but still standing my ground, that sixteen month old, is home bound.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 12/12/2008 9:21:00 AM
A mother's instinct. Vince
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Date: 12/11/2008 4:52:00 PM
Cute poem. I enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing it. Karen
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Date: 12/11/2008 12:33:00 PM
such a way with words
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Date: 12/10/2008 11:32:00 PM
Sweet, ...which only a mother could know.
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Date: 12/10/2008 5:50:00 PM
Sounds as if you had babysitting duty for awhile....but they sure want their own mommies...and that can mean difficulties for the sitter!! You were a good samaritan...now go get some rest!! Cute poem...~Carrie
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Date: 12/10/2008 5:38:00 PM
I know how you feel. I don't have kids but I more than helped raise my brothers and sisters (there is 7 of us total.) Thanx for the sweet comment. *Breana*
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Date: 12/10/2008 4:54:00 PM
good girl, i know your proud. it's just like riding a bike, all you have to do is get back on and start pedeling. need any more 16 month olds or 14 month olds? we can start a business. john
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Date: 12/10/2008 3:49:00 PM
This is beautiful christy. Sorry I haven't been commenting being busy but eventually I catch up to all your wonderful writes GBU christy and thank lyou for your kind comments
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Date: 12/10/2008 2:59:00 PM
aww so precious, babies are a handful. I enjoyed this write, great job! :) ~Michaela~
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