That I've given birth to,
I guess that's proof that I am alive,
And that I really do live with you.
The miracle of life has really struck me,
What with all of this sensory input,
Since the creation of our son every moment's precious,
And every step's my first.
But time just keeps on trucking,
And I can't dwell on the past,
Sometimes I wish I could just leap it all,
And just get old real fast.
And it's alright,
My moods go up and down,
And right now they are all over the place.
I don't think I can keep it up, somehow.
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