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"kabonka" poems
I count the hours in diapers, wipes, formula and tiny prepackaged jars of mashed food. I count the weeks in early morning babble, and bedtime stories. In cuddles.   I count the months in doctors appointments and milestones; first teeth, rolling, talking, crawling, walking.   I count my heart beats when they stop because of tumbles, rolls and kabonka bonks. I count my smiles in discovery, first aided and unaided steps; when small things to me seem so big and new to him. I count my tears in sleepless nights, upset tummies, and runny noses. But if you ask me the time, or what day it is, I won't be able to tell you. Because I count time in moments. They go by so fast, and if I stop to blink or give you the time I will miss them.
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Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 3:47 PM UTC
mary-generic
Baby Days
I count the hours in diapers, wipes, formula and tiny prepackaged jars of mashed food. I count the weeks in early morning babble, and bedtime stories. In cuddles.   I count the months in doctors appointments and milestones; first teeth, rolling, talking, crawling, walking.   I count my heart beats when they stop because of tumbles, rolls and kabonka bonks. I count my smiles in discovery, first aided and unaided steps; when small things to me seem so big and new to him. I count my tears in sleepless nights, upset tummies, and runny noses. But if you ask me the time, or what day it is, I won't be able to tell you. Because I count time in moments. They go by so fast, and if I stop to blink or give you the time I will miss them.
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