Found a little book at the op-shop
In praise of little girls; daughters!
Just exactly how I felt with mine!
When they were so much younger!
Now its just how I feel again
With my dearest grandsons!
I watch their every word and move
I hear their voices; their laughter!
The way they sing and dance
Every little thing is such a pleasure
To behold; the long faded memories
Are stirred up anew!
Of little smiles and fetching ways
Cheeky grins and daisy chains
Climbing trees and falling down
Acting silly; like a clown
Those little fingers; hands and toes
You know how the story goes!
Life goes on; memories are made
They move back a little; but never fade
Ready to be recalled
At a moments glance!
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