Tuesday, December 2, 2014

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.

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