Tracey TEE
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A Baby's Laughter
A baby's Laughter so pure
can touch even the most
hardened person turning
them to softness!
Oblivious to the world
oblivious to why they are
laughing even.
Yet touches our soul
bringing a tear to our eye!
No inhibitions
Just pure contentment
A baby's laugh so precious
The finest wonder of the world! !
Tracey TEE
Submitted: Tuesday, March 03, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Poems by Tracey TEE : 2 / 50
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that s soo great...I like cute babies too..I wish I can have such a cute kids one day..hey i ll quote a line from one of my favourite song
'Real To Me by Brian Macfadden
When I see my babies run,
When all the madness has been and gone,
I'll raise my family and live in peace
Now that's what's real to me
Picnics in the garden
And the children they can play
The first day of the summer
And I laze here all the day
Then we'll invite the family round
And drink some English tea
Then I raise up my finger
And watch football on TV
Yeah..ohh..
Now that's what's real to me
When I see my babies run,
When all the madness has been and gone,
I'll raise my family and live in peace
Now that's what's real to me
That's what's real to me
Real to me
Wake up you might be dreaming
Wake up you might be dreaming, now '
wish my dreams will come true and your kids will turn in to great ones oneday...lucky kids they are...nice ma'am..send my regards for them
with love
shan
I remember the feeling. Thanks.
Hi Tracy.
Our gorgeous grand daughter is 15 months old. I feel waht you write everytime she toddles into the room. Kids are a great leveller. Loved the poem
Steve