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!

This is the very first love story I have ever written.

~*~ 

Forget me not, my friend.
Don't let me slip away
Though the time we shared was brief
As a winter day.

Please remember, my friend.
Won't you smile, even now,
As you remember all those nights
Before our final bow?

Miss me not, my friend,
Although I have missed you.
Just don't let me slip away
As the night stars do.