You won't remember that you slept
All curled up on my chest;
Or how you smiled on seeing me,
Which made me feel the best.
The hours that I held you,
Fed you, burped you, changed your clothes
Will surely be forgotten
As they should be, I suppose.
Your babyhood will disappear
Before I've had my fill
And you'll remember none of it
But my sweet boy, I will.
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