One little cry and a baby is born;
Dark, shiny lashes frame blue infant eyes.

One little hand grasps his brown, leather finger;
Little One captures her old daddy’s heart.

One little word and she’s already talking;
“Mama” and “Dada” she laughs all day long.

One little step and a great heavy fall;
But she’s up again, running to chirp “daddy’s home!”

One little song and she’s crowing a melody;
Warbly, off key, but joyful the same.

One little question unfastens the door;
And Mama’s all-knowing, so fire away!

     Walking across the dust covered floor, uncovering old laughter in my mind, of the times we'd tried to keep things quiet. Do you remember the failure of our fluffy pillow covers, when we hoped not to make a sound? Trying not to wake our sleeping little brother in the next room? Those times, of happy hearts, joy, and ease? Light minds and new starts. We were truly free. Almost running everywhere we dared, without fear or any cares.