Thursday, November 08, 2012

Handprints


I am my Daddy's child,
My Momma loves me too.
Trouble is what I got into,
Still they loved me when I smiled.

I am laid back and mild,
I do what I ought to,
Sometimes that is untrue,
Because sometimes I am wild.

Daddy gives me his keys.
Momma pulls me in my cart.
Britt and I drink our tea.
To be me is an art.
Now surely you can see,
I've left handprints on their heart.



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