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our little baby

he’s our little baby

growing up to be our little man

one year goes so quickly

while only yesterday it began

how quickly those times

sail into the past

where we soon are only left

with those memories that last

the first words, the first walk

that daddy like smile

and of course mommy’s charm

hoping they all last the long while

but some of those things

will eventually fade

into our past

where all our memories are laid

but all that it takes

to bring it all back

is that innocent smile

that was perfected with a knack

as our little baby grows older

we can look back and say

did we see it or miss it

when it happened that day

but that’s not to say

that one needs to shadow their life

to where they can’t grow up

and find that special wife

that they then in turn

when they get their own chance

will hopefully catch all those special times

even if just by the seat of their pants

23 august 2001