Tiny hands
Tiny feet
Somehow, one day, start growing so quickly..
Bigger hands
Stretching out
Reach up high before touching the ground.
Pull up grass, some flowers, a weed
Staring up at the sky,
“1, 2, 3 birdies fly!”
Yes they do
And so can you!
And just as the birds fly home to mom,
My nest is always your home,
Our love is our song.
Same as those birds, we sing all morning long.
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