Little Chef, Big Chef
Games on the floor
You reading stories as I beg for more
Hugs and kisses
Spanks on the behind
All those days I treasure
All those days are mine!
Days of joy
Days of play
Days of "I don't like you! Go away!"
Days of hide-and-seek
Days of catch-me-if-you-can
Days of walking along and holding your hand
Days of being your princess
Days of you being my warden
Days I'll never forget
Because I'll hold them
Close to my heart
Never to escape
Oh, how those memories
Are such wonderful days!
Written 2/25/11
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