Baby Clothes
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BABY CLOTHES
[Verse 1]
She held on tight for twenty years or so,
Boxes stacked high in the basement below,
Pink and blue, little rainbows in rows,
All those tiny, precious baby clothes.
[Verse 2]
Some for him, and some for her,
Soft as love, sweet as memories were,
We laughed at how the colors still glow,
After all these years — those baby clothes.
[Chorus]
Hey now, time goes fast,
We blinked and the babies ran right past.
Now she’s posting pictures, letting ‘em go,
Little pieces of the love we used to know.
Retro threads with stories sewn —
In every button, a time we’ve known.
Guess we’re retro too, heaven knows —
Selling dreams in baby clothes.
[Verse 3]
Two young ladies stopped by today,
Katherine and Britney — bright as May,
Holding up a onesie, laughing in tune,
Calling our past “retro” in the afternoon.
[Bridge]
She doesn’t know yet — boy or girl,
But she’s building a whole wide world.
Took a bag full, smiled and turned,
And my old heart — it softly burned.
[Verse 4]
So here’s to the tall girls, bold and kind,
Chasing the life that waits behind,
May that baby, soon to arrive,
Be warm, be loved, be so alive.
[Chorus - reprise]
Oh, time rolls on, the seasons change,
The closets clear, but the love remains.
Our attic’s breathing, memories flow,
In laughter stitched through baby clothes.
[Outro]
Someday, maybe, a knock on the door,
A giggle, a smile — we’ve seen before.
Till then, I’ll hold her hand and suppose,
Love never leaves — it just outgrows...
like baby clothes.
This is original work is produced by AK Darvinson with a combination of observation, critical thinking, insight, heart, compassion, passion, creativity, and technology. All rights are reserved. Free sharing is encouraged. Commercial use via license only.
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