Waiting By The Phone

Pitter-patter went their feet,

A sound delight, what a treat.

With a blushed cheek and a skinned knee,

They fill our life with potpourri.

Chocolate-stained, shirts and chins;

Argument about the race... Who wins?

Sunny and bright at the break of day,

Searching for comfort when they've lost their way.

Waiting up, even though its late...

It only comes once, their first date.

Tears and laughter, highs and lows,

Tending the garden, that's how it grows.

Speed through winter, spring, summer, fall.

When you get there, please remember to call...

Silence is deafening, no one left to sing;

Its okay mama, hear the phone ring.