Memories Of The Heart
Little hand held my finger
Smile upon your sleeping face
Are you dreaming baby boy
Of riding rockets into space
Not wanting to miss a minute
Running wildly through your days
Mischievous twinkle in your eyes
Precious laughter as you played
Reading stories, singing songs
Stacking blocks and peek-a-boo
Picnics with your teddy bears
Treasured moments spent with you
Years they passed so quickly
Turned around, you were grown
Standing here now a man
With babies of your own
To my son John Jr.
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Thanks Cindy for being on the site with us today. Until next time all :] Keep reading, keep writing and keep beliving :] -Nik L. B.
No matter the age of the child, they will always be our "babies". Memories of the childhood and their growing up are nice to reflect upon and then know we will have grown up memories of them as well.
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