Young, bright, shiny eyes.
always curious,
always looking,
asking what’s this and that.
Walking ‘round with ponytails
wandering, looking,
blithely living,
then time has come, your hairs up in a bun.
Oh such is life,
it passes by fast.
One moment I’m
drawn to your innocence,
the next I’m gratified
with your existence.
Still seemingly young,
still naturally bright,
eyes are as curious as ever –
burning candles in the night.
So much had changed
the years that had gone by,
but never will I change
how I will choose to see you
in my mind – rocking you
calmly singing you a lullaby.



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