The Precious Moments
The Precious Moments
In a sprint, there goes my son,
As fast as his little legs can run.
Barely as tall as a blade of grass,
I chase him upstairs to get a bath.
After washing the hair on his head,
I start to ready him to go off to bed.
Brush his teeth and dress him right,
Tuck him in the covers tight.
Read him a story about a bear,
Snuggled in close, to show I care.
Turn off the light and whisper a song,
He’ll be off to sleep before too long.
This little boy in all his glory,
Begs me to read another story.
Of course I do, then I tell him goodnight,
These precious moments feel oh so right.
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