i have tears welling now as i sit to write to you, baby doll.
i have few words.
it seems that the wee baby has grown up so fast and i fear i can’t call you my baby anymore.
you, simply, make our world go ’round and ’round.
and topsy turvy
you ‘glow up’* our lives
you’re a silly goose
and such a tease
you’d fly away with your dreams, if we let you
but you always come back down to us
here’s to you, as you age again, before my eyes
oh, sweet james, you’ll always be my baby.
*family term for let the light shine on it
mommymae 