Precious
 Precious are the moments, of time I've spent with you, From the time of your birth, I marveled as you grew. We gave away the booties, bought tap shoes in their stead, then suddenly the high-heels, were resting by your bed. "Not yet," I pled so softly, "She's still just a child, and growing up too quickly, let us keep her for a while." In your bedroom are mementos, of days which now have passed. I stand inside your doorway, knowing I can't bring them back. But I am truly thankful, for all the time we shared. I rejoice in your future, that God alone prepared. Just remember you are precious, You fill our hearts with joy. For now you're a mommy; you have a little boy. The bedroom will be opened and our home will come alive, With different mementos... Such as frogs and snakes, Oh My! © 2006 Marie Williams
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