11 October 2012
Pitter patter on the floor, Two tiny feet, maybe four.. How they crawl, walk, run with time, Little Pitter patter, yours and mine..
With the chubby cheeks and the blank little faces, Tripping And tumbling, cant tie their laces.. Laugh till their cheeks turn red, Moving to and fro, little bobble heads..
Running everywhere laughing and screaming, Won't stay put till they're tired playing.. Tuck them in bed, they yawn and whine, Mommy I'm sleepy, sing me a rhyme..
Little pitter patter.. Just yours and mine..
Pitter Patter • Opuss № I