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Friday, September 4, 2009

My Baby




I hope my child looks back on today,
and remembers a Mommy who had time to play.
There will be years for cleaning and cooking,
But children grow up when we are not looking.
Cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow,
Babies grow fast, we learn to our sorrow.
So settle down cobwebs, dust go to sleep,
I’m cuddling my baby, and babies don’t keep.


1 comments:

Clarissa and Matt said...

Ok, I usually think these little poems are corny. But this really touched me! Thanks for posting it. And my goodness. Look at those beautiful pictures!