Dedicated to all mums -written when they were little
To my kids who mean the world to me
through their eyes the world I see
through their ears the sounds I hear
through their mouths the words I speak
through their mind the thoughts I think
To me they mean everything
From the gurgles and smiles and garbled sounds to the words perfect and so profound In my memory they still resound I smile with pleasure at the treasure I found. Like a potter who lovingly moulds his clay So I do with my babies play
The thoughts they think and the words they say Are but remnants of yesterday What will be on the morrow depends on what it is today The care and love need now be applied Like a potter I mould my clay
From the gurgles and smiles and garbled sounds to the words perfect and so profound In my memory they still resound I smile with pleasure at the treasure I found. Like a potter who lovingly moulds his clay So I do with my babies play
The thoughts they think and the words they say Are but remnants of yesterday What will be on the morrow depends on what it is today The care and love need now be applied Like a potter I mould my clay
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