Growing Up
Little hands,
Little feet,
Little demands,
With a stomp it meets.
Bright blue eyes,
Light brown hair.
Tiny tears you happen to cry,
'Cause it doesn't seem fair.
Chunky cheeks,
Button nose,
Tiny skreech whe excitement peeks,
A smile that always seems to show.
So small,
Growing so fast.
A changing experience,
Soon a glimpse of the past.
Little feet,
Little demands,
With a stomp it meets.
Bright blue eyes,
Light brown hair.
Tiny tears you happen to cry,
'Cause it doesn't seem fair.
Chunky cheeks,
Button nose,
Tiny skreech whe excitement peeks,
A smile that always seems to show.
So small,
Growing so fast.
A changing experience,
Soon a glimpse of the past.
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