Innocence

Sweet the sounds of a baby's tone

Innocent smiles, bringing forth your own

Pampering they crave, hour after hour

Lest you wish to see, a cute face turn sour

Tippity tip... They move across the floor

Doing better with each step than before

Calling you out in a cute little voice

Late nights spent, seem worth the price

Why do they do what they do, you have no clue

Yet smile you do, for once you were like this too

Points and kisses, every action filled with thrill

You pray for more, for time to wait, stand still

Time flies... These days would be but memories

Fast they grow, leaving behind only sweet stories

Wont hug you anymore, kisses will become rare

Living in photos, their innocence, love and care