I looked at you, you looked at me, and I thanked God above
All all of the pain we'd gone through before, no longer seemed so bad
For all of the peace and love in the world rested in your tiny face.
dirty face,
Rugs and pillows
out of place,
Cars and tractors
here and there,
Blocks and boats
everywhere,
Gold and silver
have I none,
But worth a million
is my Son.
He won't be little very long
so hold him while you can.
In just a year or two or three
he'll be your Little Man,
with blocks to build,
and bugs to catch,
and double-dares to try,
so much to see and feel and do
as days and months fly by.
So take the time to treasure
these precious baby years
as his first tooth,
first word, first step,
become sweet souvenirs.
so hold him while you can.
In just a year or two or three
he'll be your Little Man,
with blocks to build,
and bugs to catch,
and double-dares to try,
so much to see and feel and do
as days and months fly by.
So take the time to treasure
these precious baby years
as his first tooth,
first word, first step,
become sweet souvenirs.
1 comment:
Katy - Did you write that first poem. Its beautiful. Made me cry knowing how time does fly. My boy is that little baby boy who is now my little man taking on the world and learning new big kid stuff every day. Thanks for the reminder to smell the roses with my own kids a bit more.
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