Toys tossed on the floor Hand prints on the wall Slamming of the door And footsteps down the hall
Boxes made into towers Covers turned into tents Voices get a lil' louder Guide lines get a lil' bent
Boxes now go untouched Covers in a folded pile Silence never was so much Guide lines never been n' awhile
Did we waste our time a way We once had back then Never taking time to play To 'oft we walked right past them
Now they're grown and gone The house stands still and neat Only memories left to carry on Oh, how our hearts do often weep
Would we change time if we could? Would we play a bigger part? Did we get too wrapped up in the world? For now we're left with just Memories of the heart.
Books by and about Gloria Babb
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