A FLEETING MEMORY

Those precious words,
“Mommy, pick me up.”
Who hasn’t heard them?
The young voice.
The little squeak of pleasure.
The happy little face.
Remember it.
Enjoy it.
Savor it.
For soon it will only
be a fleeting memory.

A FLEETING MEMORY

Those precious words,

“Mommy, pick me up.”

Who hasn’t heard them?

The young voice.

The little squeak of pleasure

once you bend down.

The happy little face

gazing up at you.

Remember it.

Enjoy it.

Savor it.

For soon it will only

be a fleeting memory.

I WANT ONE!

 

WHAT A CUTE BABY!

(Source: niick4)