28 February 2011

Sometimes


"Baby mine don't you cry.
Baby mine dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart,
Never to part, baby of mine."

Sometimes I still grab a blankie, rock in the rocking chair, and cry from missing you. I know you'd be a big girl now, but I bet I'd still rock you every now and then. Sometimes I feel you there with me; not in my arms, but over my shoulder. Thank you.

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