Little foot steps
shaken glass
Little foot steps
held in laughs
little whispers
silent sighs
Oh my, how my children
have grown
Stomping feet
pouty faces
Screaming matches
with occasional beefs
oh my, how they have grown
haha..haha
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautiful. Truly, our children are the greatest gifts we've been blessed with...And now as well for me two grandbaby boys....'My children are a part of Me' It is something no one can ever take away from me for they reside in my heart and soul...Sometimes, they are the only reason to go on.....Superb write..marci.m.