Everywhere

I'm not usually much of a poet, but I was just having sine thoughts about my kid, and it came out in a semi-poetic format, so...there.

When she was a baby, there was spit up everywhere.
Now that she's a toddler, there are crumbs everywhere.
When she is a preschooler, there will be toys everywhere.
When she's a big kid, there will be art supplies and books everywhere.
When she's a preteen, there will be posters of pop stars everywhere.
When she's a teenager, there will be makeup, accessories, and emotions everywhere.
When she leaves, there will be nothing but memories everywhere.
So, bring on the crumbs.