Dancing with Baby Published on October 5, 2017October 5, 2017 by Kathy Lauren Miller She fills the sink Till the bubbles rise And she sighs Just like her dreams The bubbles pop and disappear Till she is left with only her fears Baby’s pulling at her knee She picks him up and twirls him WEEEEEEEE……… The radio is playing its musical fantasy Vibrating the air And in the kitchen, there She dances with baby on her hip And because she loves The laughter on his sweet face She makes herself content to wait To realize the dreams she needs To make her life complete Share this:TweetShare on TumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related
Reblogged this on K. D. Dowdall and commented: A delightful poem that brings back memories, so sweet, of times we may wish to remember. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Kathylauren, I reblogged this delightful poem, so sweet and beautiful. K D LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Yes, time passes and those magic moments are mere memories now..but i remember and dream of days past. LikeLike Reply
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Reblogged this on K. D. Dowdall and commented:
A delightful poem that brings back memories, so sweet, of times we may wish to remember.
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Kathylauren, I reblogged this delightful poem, so sweet and beautiful. K D
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Oh, gosh, I miss those times.❤️
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Yes, time passes and those magic moments are mere memories now..but i remember and dream of days past.
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