Hour by hour where memories are made
On the window panes where the hands prints never fade.
Maybe the door knobs feel a warm greeting,
Even the dust settles in, rarely their seen fleeting.
Sizzles of bacon still linger around
Warm baked bread that makes smiles abound.
Every day there’s peanut butter,
Every day there’s want for a sweet.
Thank the Lord for those simple treats.
Hold the hands back so the babies stay longer.
Only so much time for growth built in wonder.
Moments held dear will never be wasted.
Every “I love you” on our hearts will be pasted.
