by Tenisha Dixon

Created on: April 14, 2009

Another ten seconds of joy.

Remembering my girls and my boy.

Their little hands and soft cries have disappeared.

Now they have become what I have feared.

Teenagers.

Please bring back my little ones.

When the days of joy had just begun.

My babies that I had to carry around.

Now it is loud music and clothes like clowns.

Teenagers.

They turn into adults and leave the nest.

My job is still not over but I can rest.

My memories will stay with me.

When they are all gone my precious memories will still be.

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