Once upon a yesterday,
I held this baby boy of mine.
Cuddling him close to my chest,
as if we were tied together by a vine.
I remember when the days were sunny;
we'd go for long walks, hand in hand.
Sometimes we'd all go to the beach,
running and kicking our feet in the sand.
At night when it was time for bed,
he'd run and jump into my arms.
Then we'd read story books-
about cars, trucks, animals, and farms.
No longer a baby or a small boy,
he's now turning into a young man.
What will he do when school is done,
he could do anything he can.
2009
Copyright; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
Once upon a yesterday,
I held this baby boy of mine.
Cuddling him close to my chest,
as if we were tied together by a vine.
I remember when the days were sunny;
we'd go for long walks, hand in hand.
Sometimes we'd all go to the beach,
running and kicking our feet in the sand.
At night when it was time for bed,
he'd run and jump into my arms.
Then we'd read story books-
about cars, trucks, animals, and farms.
No longer a baby or a small boy,
he's now turning into a young man.
What will he do when school is done,
he could do anything he can.
2009
Copyright; Sabrina Denise Healey,
~Angelmom~
