who will watch the baby when the old ladys gone.
shes watched after all this time to which he has grown quite fond
she tried to do all that she could untill the day she left
she tried to do all that she could she did her very best
the woman loved all children but this one a little more
or mabey she just knew without her hed never get off the floor
she watched as he tried to walk and take those first few steps
time after time he hit the ground and she refused to except
this little one could not go on with out a helping hand
and always be a baby never growing into a man
its a sad sad fact he will soon come to know
that every one at a certian time in life must go
will he cope or let it be too much to bear
can he get by or will he pack his bags and meet her there
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