You are my baby boy,
You are my first child...
This is supposed to be an extended metaphor...
I long to belong again...
To see her smile
To hear her laugh...
I heard her cry
It broke my heart...
Two little girls waited for him to show
He promises, "I'll come tomorrow"...
Mom,
I want you to know...
You can never,
never be replaced...
I am your little,
little girl...
One so young, one not so much
One so full of spunk, one tired and worn out...
She came into this world
With a bright, smiling face...
Who puts the joy in every day?who makes it glad in...
IT"S MOTHER...
Love,careand talk to each other
the things we say to each other we...