Bright Yellow Boots

if you'd stayed littlelike all mothers sometimeshope, then I wouldn't smileso brightly nowwatching you toddlein your bright yellowboots. and one daystanding in the kitchen,I'll be having a conversationwith a man,and I'll wonder how it happened.I'll think back forjust a secondto once upon a timewhen you fit perfect in myyoung arms. but you'll say, "Mom,"and I'll… Continue reading Bright Yellow Boots