Two little feet
Two little hands
Two little feet
Two little eyes staring back at me
So many prayers to get you here
I hold you gently, I hold you near

So many times I come to peep
watch you smiling in your sleep
when you are sick, I'm here for you
thats what Mothers are supposed to do

In your room you stay alone
you're always talking on the phone
I guess thats what teenagers do
I just wish I had, more time with you

It's finally here your special day
Soon you'll be married, and moving away
Thinking back of the days so special to me
Of those little hands, and two little feet

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BIDDIXGIRL
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LIFE IS A RIDE, EITHER OF JOY OR REGRET. WHICH DO YOU CHOOSE? THINK QUICKLY, YOU MAY SOON BE AT A DEAD END!
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The miracle of a child, they grow up, we keep the memories. We never forget
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