Bells

Bells dingle and they dangle,

Leaving memories in a tangle.
Bright blue eyes that sparkle and shine,
She keeps my little world fine.

Leaving laughter and a kiss,
These are things that I will miss.
Crocodile tears drip and drop,
Waiting for that bubble to pop.

Shrill screams ring in my ears,
As she begins those crocodile tears.
Kind and sweet is that child,
A never ending feeling that is wild.