They laugh in warm rooms
With steamy mugs in hand
I see them sing songs
While playing with
Bubbly water in sinks
I wonder...
They watch the flashing box at night
Late, late at night--
When littles ones are snug in bed--
And sip sweet drinks
From funny glasses and smile
I ponder...
They move cars fast behind little wheels
And carry shiny telephones in coat pockets
And I wonder
And I ponder
And I frown... and now sadly think,
All children grow up
Except one.
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