Saturday, 11 February 2012

Take it slow


One little baby, chubby and cute
Sleeping soft in his birthday suit
One little boy here, lean and long
His face is round but his limbs are strong
One happy mama, squashed inbetween
Counting her blessings, the grass is green.
One little family, lost in space
Trying to make sense of the crazy race
Remember not to rush, take it nice and slow
Before too long the babies will go
Every little giggle, every smile
Will be locked in my heart for a long, long while
And someday when I'm old and grey
I'll remember how the little boys used to play
Tickling the baby, pulling the boy's hair
Way past "bedtime" but we don't care
Each precious moment goes all too soon
And all that's left is the light of the moon.



6 comments:

  1. Dammit - that made me sniff a wee bit..

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  2. Beautiful poem and lovely reminder!

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  3. Beautiful! Why rushing...

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  4. Lovely..... Just lovely....

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  5. Thanks everyone for the lovely comments! I'm really aware of these last few months of Charlie's babyhood (he's 4 this summer) so trying to document it all before it's over and we're into another stage. The cliche is true, they grow up so fast!

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