Dear Lance,
The leaves.. The birds.. The sun.. The rain..
5 Months |
The buildings.. The workers.. The lifts.. The crane..
6 Months |
Light up your eyes with so much wonder..
You squeal with delight.. A yellow hat.. It's "Bob the builder"..
7 Months |
No TV for you.. No gadgets, too.. Not yet..
My baby.. The window shows, for now.. You get..
9 Months |
You lick the glass.. Sometimes, I let it pass..
You stare.. I sing.. You grin, my darling..
10 Months |
"Wind wind.. Blow blow blow.. Little Lance.. Wants a show.."
"Dance dance.. Green leaves dance.. Dance for happy little Lance.."
11 Months |
A prayer I say.. Each time I gaze..
At you, my blessing.. In my embrace..
I love you so much.
Love,
Mommy
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