Sweet Innocence
Seems like only yesterday
Our children oh so small
They loved to play
Dressing up, putting on shows
Getting dirty, wearing out clothes
Riding horses, feeding goats
Building forts, making jumps
Racing bikes, playing in snow
Enjoying birthday parties
So much fun
Years flew bye
Where did time go?
Those were the days
Of sweet innocence
Days of long ago
Now they are grown
All left home
Living lives on their own
~ Mary A. Eaton ~
(c) Copyright 2010
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