Poem -
OH TO BE THREE YEARS OLD
Go to sleep now my darling blue eyed boy
Dream about playing with your favourite toy
If not climbing a tree should that fail
Pleasant dreams to my favourite male
No worries or cares when you're only three
Happiness and playtimes are endlessly free
No concerns about bills or food to provide
Only stress is when it's raining hard outside
Sure they will be more memories along life's way
Just remember being three is all I will say
Occasionally my little boy dreams will come true
They certainly did when I was presented with you
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Comments
Such a lovely poem reminded me of when my 3 horrors were just 3 now they 12 8 and 7 still little horrors but no longer those sweet little innocents who were just learning to talk they've mouths on them these days that never seem to stop not even when they're sleeping as much as they may bug my brain I wouldn't be without them I was blessed more than words can describe when they entered my life xxx
Cherish them when you still can because soon enough they turn into bigger horrors hehe x
Thanks for your kind reply it is only a fictional account for I have no children of my own !!
Awe Kieran this is such a lovely poem about the joys of childhood. A wonderful gift to leave your boy to find one day and treasure always x