Freeman's Archives~Take Ten

I wrote this about Freeman when he was a little guy.

TREASURE

The house is in a shambles
The garden's full of weeds
The trashcan smells suspicious
And the toilet bowl has needs.
But I am with my baby
And he's showing me the sky
An ant who's on a journey
And a flitting butterfly.

My housework never will leave home
But one day, all too soon
Our son will walk out of our door
Whistling Freedom's tune
So spend time with your Treasure
Don't fuss about the dust
Your baby is eternal
Your gold that will not rust.