Some day I hope to look back to see
How quickly this day flew.
I trust that I'll be glad that we
Had such fun while we grew.
I hope I will recall the times
Of swinging in the rain,
Adventures starting with the climbs
To jump in mud again.
I may not be so free to roam
The way my parents did,
But the play I knew outside my home
Delighted us as kids.
So whether we chased a muddy dog,
Or got soaked to the bone,
Memories of giggles while catching frogs
Will warm us when we're grown.
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