Snuggles, tickles and wiggles
The pitter patter of feet
Running to the door to greet
The first time you lock eyes
And every time afterwards
When you can hold them in your arms
And feel peace
Laying in bed with you
Struggling to wake to the morning dew
As they grow older some if these things fade or go away, but I never want them to end!
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