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Mommy's Little Man
He cuddles close to my side.
I wipe a tear from his eye.
If only he could go out to play?...
I say, "Maybe another day."
If only he could understand.
Hours ago his fever ran.
Time is nothing in a child's eye.
Naturally they think time does fly.
Soon he'll grow, then he'll see.
Life was not so simple, when he was three.
I take his little hand.
He smiles at me.
That's Mommy's Little Man.
Published in Quill Books 1991
Melinda Thornton Johnson
