One Day

There will come a day 
When you won't want 
To be held in my arms,
Or ask to be carried
From room to room

There will come a day
When I'll no longer hear
The music of 
Your tiny laughter
Echoing through the house

There will come a day
When I'll no longer read
You stories from our bed,
Or sleep next to you
With your half-eaten apple 

There will come a day
When it I will miss
The constant chaos
Of cleaning up your messes
And putting on your clothes 

There will come a day
When I will say goodbye,
And you will have to forge
Your own path in life,
And tread uncertain roads

And when that day comes,
I hope the love you carry
Will be with you always,
Lighting your way 
On the darkest of nights.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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