His Tiny hands holding mine
His Tiny feet padding across the hardwood floor
His Tiny arms reaching up for me to pick him up
His tiny head laying on my chest while he falls asleep
His sweet laughs when I tickle him
Hell only be little for a little while
But he’ll always be my baby
I just hope that
My hands keep his warm
In my footsteps he will be proud to follow
In my arms he finds comfort and protection
That he'll remember my laugh whenever I’m gone
He’s only little for a little while
My love he will always carry.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 11:20 AM UTC
His Tiny hands holding mine
His Tiny feet padding across the hardwood floor
His Tiny arms reaching up for me to pick him up
His tiny head laying on my chest while he falls asleep
His sweet laughs when I tickle him
Hell only be little for a little while
But he’ll always be my baby
I just hope that
My hands keep his warm
In my footsteps he will be proud to follow
In my arms he finds comfort and protection
That he'll remember my laugh whenever I’m gone
He’s only little for a little while
My love he will always carry.
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