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Little things I miss

I heard a Mother speaking kindly
To her little girl, the other day

It brought back memories of the past
Of things my Mother used to say

My children are all grown now
With families of their own

I’m thankful for the memories
When they were still at home

I miss the frogs and spiders

And all those dancing bears
The patter of their little feet

And hugs that say I care

The band aids and the kisses

The tears when things go wrong
A happy face that ice cream brings

And laughter at my songs

I loved to watch their face light up
When they’d try so hard to please

And when they went to bed at night

I’d see them on their knees.

Now they’re speaking kindly
To children of their own

It’s the little things they’re going to miss
When their children are all grown