Little Footsteps

By:Sarah Wood

Pitter patter the sound of small footsteps fills the air

The sound of this noise is rather rare

For if you ever stop to think

Youth can disappear in a single blink

Babies grow and can never go back in time

To their littleness, and give birth their sign:

Pitter patter, pitter patter, pitter patter...

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