My Little Angels

I get a weed instead of a rose
And a little dozer

Plastic rings instead of gold
And little clothes to fold

I get strawberry kisses
And lots of little misses

I find little hearts drawn on my bags
And scribbles on my mags

Sticky hands slip into mine
And lots of little lines

I see little hands waving
And I start a craving

Waiting till I can see
The little angels that they be

*I love you guys?..Kiss kiss kiss*
by Jessica