Someday

Someday, I won’t have a baby in my arms, or toys on the floor, or heaps of laundry in the hall.

Someday, I won’t hear “I’m thirsty,” or “I’m hungry,” or “I don’t like that!”

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Someday, there won’t be food on the floor, or stacks of dirty dishes, or art projects on the walls.

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Someday, I’ll look back on these days, and wish I could bring them back.