PLEASE REMEMBER
little hands, little feet
little pout, little squeak
cries when he's hungry
burps when he's done
a sight of what could be
from what could've been
remember: you, me and baby makes three?
he makes me miss you
i don't know who YOU are.
i don't remember any rush of joy.
i just remember...
you, me and baby makes three.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
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