Let me sit with my baby
And play for a while,
And forget all...
my unfinished work
with a smile,
For every tomorrow
holds work to be done,
But lullaby moments
and peek-a-boo fun
Are life's tender treasures
meant just for today,
For babies grow up...
and the years slip away.
3 comments:
hey Hol, that is such a great poem! It is so easy to get caught up in our daily work and forget to love on our precious kids. There will always be laundry to fold, floors to mop, and meals to prepare. But before we know it, they will be grown. Carpe Diem! Love ya
Sweet. I love this.
precious reminder. thanks Holly!
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