Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Little Ones

I sit here listening to you
squealing with joy
As you play with your toys

I sit here watching you
As you look up at your daddy
As you watch your mommy

I sit here listening to you
As you talk to your brother
or aunts or grandmas

I sit here watching you
as you nibble on candies
and cute little cookies

And I sit here
listening to your little voice
watching your little hands
as they flutter about

I remember the days of your
daddy and mommy
so long ago as I would
listen and watch and pray

My little ones
my grandbabies
You will never grow up
in grandma's eyes

As I sit here watching you
watching you play
My heart swells with joy
Oh, joy of my heart
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