To: Conspiracy Guy
stolen time
Never blink for you may miss
your tiny babies tender kiss
Their little fingers in your hand
and weenie footprints in the sand
So do not hoover do not dust
watch them playing watch them fuss
Beautiful like sunflowers in the breeze
growing so fast as high as trees
Their sticky fingers their runny nose
when does that stop? no one knows
sweet twinkling eyes so full of love
sent just for you from the stars above
so hold your angels hold them tight
lock them in your heart with all your might
we cant keep our babies for long you know
but memories are different, they never go!
kirsty charnell
785 posted on
05/13/2004 10:44:02 AM PDT by
SAMWolf
(Vengence is mine says the Lord, but I'm busy, so I sent the US Marines.)
To: SAMWolf
Somewhere I have one very similar to that. Being a parent of babies is too short. The grow up too fast.
791 posted on
05/13/2004 10:54:29 AM PDT by
Conspiracy Guy
(Proudly not proofreading since Jan 1954.)
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