The tiny hands are addicting
the fake smiles are inviting
you're every move makes living so much
more bearable then before
you're little giggles at the nonsense of
our idiocy makes me love you even more
and when you cry when you leave us
its a tortureous encounter to know you're happy
with us, and not always happy away from us
you're big blue eyes and your big heart of "love love"
are too much to hold on to
when you're never around anymore
"its a tortureous encounter to know you're happy
with us, and not always happy away from us........."
now is that the right thing to say my dear when you don't live with the child nor have a clue wat goes on? it's not a fair concept. :(