| HERE COMES
Here come bubbles soft and warm A bundle stirs in Mommy’s arm Searching snuggling wrapped up tight Strange new cries heard in the night Here come toys and tiny shoes Precious smiles and baby’s coos Rolling over, creep and crawl Little hand prints on the wall Here comes high chair, potty seat Jars of mushy stuff to eat Wobbly first steps, safety gates Cleaning messes he creates Here comes chasing through the store Your saying “NO” His saying “MORE” “Five little monkeys,” nursery rhymes Staying close by as he climbs Here come school days, homework, pets Baseball gloves and fishing nets Driver’s license, nights out late Bringing home that special date Here comes Wyatt fully grown With a child of his own |
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| Dedicated to my new grandson, Wyatt. |