Baby Days

One-Way Street

Nights that never seem to end
Screaming bundles of fleshly life
Lack of sleep and any calmness too
When living each day brings so much strife

It is a cliche, and I will admit
No new parent will agree
But those early times come and go
Babies lives pass so quickly!

If I could travel future or past
It would be to those early days
When little blessings were afforded me
Time passed by in such a haze

If I knew then what fine people
Those tiny bundles would grow into
I would savor each day and night
My baby gifts, I love you!


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