Thursday, May 4, 2017


When I have had my evening bath,
And run upstairs and give a laugh,
And Mother switches off the light,
I'll still be eleven months old tonight.

But, from the very break of day,
Before the children rise and play,
Before the greenness turns to gold,
Tomorrow, I'll be One year old.

  One kiss when I wake.
   One candle on my cake!

On this day last year....we were waiting for you.


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