Losing Sight
Day turns to night and I lose my sight .
My head fills with the pitter patter of little feet.
Lots of giggles and smiles and tiny kisses
for miles and miles .
Dreams of babies consume the night .
Morning falls and I awake into a daze .
The day goes o slow it seems , as soft lalabyes
play in my head until i reach my bed again .
Day turns to night and I again lose my sight
as dreams of babies once again consume the night .
Copyright © Brandi Turner | Year Posted 2008
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