We tend to take time for granted
dashing here and there
Did I say I love you?
Tender are those moments
We tend to our family each day
in a rush I forgot to say
I love you
Tender are those moments
Tender is the macaroni I cooked
for Bridget, Mike and my darlings
Emily loves butter!
Tender are those moments
We tend to peek at blogs
but leave no replies
Will you take a moment
because, tender is my heart.
© Vivian, Sept. 2008
