Post by frodissa on Jun 17, 2014 6:17:23 GMT -5
"The Brown-Haired One"
Again.
He hears my favorite words.
Again.
A hint of familiar agitation
shapes his face into
the makings of a bashful grimace.
It's betrayed by the
the soft light in his eyes.
A little sigh escapes his lips
And through the smile that he just can't help but wear
(much to his chagrin)
Again
He reminds, almost chiding
sometimes in an I-told-you-so sing song
that with each passing year
gets softer
less annoyed
more proud
(if you could call it proud)
"I know, mommy. You tell me every day."
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Again.
He hears my favorite words.
Again.
A hint of familiar agitation
shapes his face into
the makings of a bashful grimace.
It's betrayed by the
the soft light in his eyes.
A little sigh escapes his lips
And through the smile that he just can't help but wear
(much to his chagrin)
Again
He reminds, almost chiding
sometimes in an I-told-you-so sing song
that with each passing year
gets softer
less annoyed
more proud
(if you could call it proud)
"I know, mommy. You tell me every day."
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