Dana Teske Poet Blank verse

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

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