Running With Scissors

The alphabet but has held true you get the paper I'll get the glue clipping and shaving spreading everywhere giggles and laughs seaping through fingers the hushing back and forth don't wake mom don't make a mess don't run with scissors for all those rules we had to break for that defines what a child is all about a surprise for her from us to give her a smile that will make her bust for everyday is mother's day when your child runs with scissors creating something new something old something blue a perfect marriage of innocence and youth a match made in heaven for it is but a blessing to have children