I wish that for an hour
Again I could be
Five. Or perhaps four,
Or maybe even three.
I'd crawl up in your lap,
Safe and snug and warm,
And take a little nap
In your loving arms.
But now that I'm grown up,
And now that I'm a mom,
I'll do what time allows
With this dear child of my own.
I'll take him in my lap,
Safe and snug and warm,
And he'll take a little nap
In my loving arms.
Love is like a circle:
We go around the bend;
We grow a little older;
But the love, it never ends.
~ Karona Drummond
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