What happened to those lil’ poems that were once so sweet
The lullaby’s that put me to sleep
The morning talks til’ dawn
The mid-day calls to make sure I’m ‘OK’
The 6 am calls, just to say “hey”
The little kisses and soft touches
The whispers and the brushes?
Why did it all stop?
Why do things have to change?
Why can’t they stay the same?
To freeze time would be a sin,
But oh, to remember where….