We have a secret, you and I,
That no one else shall know.
For who but I can see you lie
In the sun’s golden glow?
And who but I can reach my hand
Before we go to bed
And feel the living warmth of you
And touch your silken head?
And only I walk woodland paths
And see ahead of me,
Your small form racing with the wind
So young again and free.
And only I can see you play
By every brook we pass.
And when I call no one but I
Can see the bending grass.
My heart and soul will always wear the paw prints left by you.
Bailey |
15, June 2012 |
Donna Mills |