Treasure Island

Jessie Jett

(12/31/1989 / Maryland)

Blonde Hair Baby Feet

Quick feet,
Pitter, patter.
Does he know,
that he grows faster?
Oh, how those feet change.
Time drives on.
Blonde hair memories start to fade.
One day I had to say goodbye.
Warm tears still flood my eyes.
When I think of that cute face.
A big smile,
Bright eyes that chase.
Blonde hair memories start to fade.
Does he know,
that he grows faster?
Everyday, qicker feet.
His foot size will never matter.
Blonde hair baby feet.
I cross my heart until we meet.
I pray I see you in my dreams.
You don't know how much you mean.
Quicker feet,
Pitter, patter.
Does he know,
that he's growing faster?
That big smile, bright eyes chase.
I'm always thinking of your face.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Edited: Tuesday, November 13, 2012
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