Oh those crazy days of laying in bed.
Listening to your giggles as we talk.
Altogether happy, resting in each others
Presence, tickles, crowded side by side.
The big boys sitting on the end, waiting.
For this moment in time is short.
Soon you will grow and you won't come.
Come to be with us, come to giggle, play.
You will still need the assurance of presence.
Listening to you rant, watching you draw,
Hearing you sing, play, dance, and dream.
Its just those mornings together were freer.
Because you didn't only reveal a part.
You were you, in all the grace of being.
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