Something lighter.
Toddler sonnet. Sunday morning, one-year-old, I watch you, Crawling, smiling, happy as a sandboy: Busy hands and dirty knees, peek-a-boo! Sunny smiles, simple hours that bring such joy. My bundle of energy, won't you rest? I want to gather you into my arms, You are so sweet and full of life, such... Sign in to see full entry.