Is this the little girl I carried, Is this the little boy at play?
I don't remember growing older,
When did she get to be a beauty, When did he grow to be so tall?
Wasn't it yesterday when they were small?
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers, Blossoming even as we gaze.
One season following another, Laiden with happiness and tears.
What words of wisdom can I give them, How can I help to ease their way?
Now they must learn from one another,
They look so natural together.
Just like two newlyweds should be.
Is there a canopy in store for me?
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