Life Time of Memories
Labor of love bring my little angels into the world. Ten little fingers and ten little toes
crying is the sound that fills my house
little one's on the go discovery is everyday
"pit pat" "Pit pat" "pit pat" of bare feet on the
floor is the sound that fills my house
Independence and "i can do it" my little one's running about
"No!" "NO!" "NO!" is the sound
that fills my house
In a blink of an eye my little ones wave from the big yellow bus off to a place where i can no
longer follow "abc's and 123's is the sound that fills my house
Little ones turn into big ones, friends and peer pressure start to show No longer am i a friend
but a foe slamming of bedroom doors is the sound that fills my house
Doomsday comes and no longer is it us or we, but just me.
no more smelling sweet baby fine hair
no more walks in the park
no longer do i chase the mosters away
no longer do i kiss the boos boos all better
gone with the late afternoon cuddles in the bed
Emptiness is now that sound that fills my house
Copyright © Dana Teske | Year Posted 2010
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