Two is Not Forever {a poem}

I recall not when this phase had begun.
A snuggly baby, so observant at one,
You are all that and more, as I now see at two--
Determined, exuberant, fun-loving you.
But the ways, in a toddler, that these traits manifest
Are proving to put your mom to the test.
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Marker on the carpet, papers on the floor,
You enter a room and lock the door
To explore things forbidden, with a mischievous smile--
Just for some of your time to beguile.
Mom's make-up bag is a favorite for you.
Frantically, I scramble the lock to undo...
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Mascara for your lips, lipstick for your eyes,
And you didn't forget to give Mom the surprise
Of nice, rosy carpet on my closet floor.
(I almost wish I hadn't opened the door.)
I would attempt the rosy stain to remove,
but before I can try, I must follow you...
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You would like me to read, and so we go look
(After wiping your face) for your favorite book.
As we snuggle together, book in- between,
You seem to be sleepy, and I sigh with relief.
Yet, as you peacefully drift into dreams,
I know to treasure it all - for, too soon...you'll be three.