I won’t always cry, Mummy,
When you leave the room,
and my supermarket tantrums,
Will end too soon.
I won’t always wake, Daddy,
For cuddles through the night,
and one day you will miss,
Having a chocolate face to wipe.
You won’t always wake to find my foot,
Is kicking you out of bed,
Or find me sideways on your pillow,
where you want to lay your head.
You won’t always have to carry me,
In asleep from the car,
Or piggy back me down the road,
When my little legs can’t walk that far.
So cherish every cuddle, remember them all,
One day Mummy, I won’t be this small.