I followed your happy laugher to where you were today
You didn't hear me coming, you were so busy at play
I had just cleaned the room a short time before
There I saw a gay profusion of toys on the floor
Clean up this mess, I started to say
We must quickly put everything away,
But your smile and dancing eyes
Unlocked memory's door
For a moment I was you, playing On my mother's floor
You didn't see a mess, just your own special treasures
I will not be the one to take away this moment's pleasures
All too soon this time we share will be gone
Today we'll make another memory to build your life on
So play, my child, and dream of marvelous, mysterious things
Take a trip to the moon, chase the wind, jump over a tree
And when all your grand adventures are through
Come running back to me, for I love you.
By Mary Barfoot
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