Babies Don't Keep.
I hope that my child, looking back on today
Will remember a mother who had time to play;
Because children grow up while you're not looking,
There are years ahead for cleaning and cooking.
So, quiet now cobwebs, dust go to sleep.
I'm nursing my baby, and babies don't keep.
Poem submitted by Cheryl Howarth .....(author unknown)
Midi "Dreams" sequence by Margi Harrell - www.mathesonfamily.ca
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