He sat upon his Daddy's shoulder
As the parade went marching by
He is the spitting image of him
The apple of his Daddy's eyes.

He holds his daddy's hand
Walking down the little silvery stream
They watch the fishes as they swim
He is his daddy's answered dream.

She plays along the sandy beach
As her Mommy watches her
She is such a precious little angel
With her smile and golden curls.

She sits quietly and reads her books
As her Mommy does the daily chores
She is as quiet as a little mouse
Her Mom and Daddy she adores.

Oh, little ones are so very precious
As they explore their world
The little boys with macho ways
The girls with all their charms and curls.

~*~

Sandy Edwards © 2006

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