Love You Forever
by Robert Munsch



A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked him
back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
And while she : held him, she sang:
I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living  my baby you'll be.

The baby grew. He grew and he grew and he grew.
He grew until he was two years old,
and he ran all around the house. He pulled all the books off the
shelves. He pulled all the food out of the refrigerator and
he took his mother's watch and flushed it down the
toilet.  Sometimes his mother would
say, "This kid is driving me CRAZY!"

But at night time, when that two-year-old was quiet, she 
opened the door to his room, crawled across the floor,
looked up over the side of his bed; and if he was really asleep
she picked him up and rocked him
back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. While
she rocked him she sang:
I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living my baby you'll be.

The little boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew.
He grew until he was nine years old. And he never
wanted to come in for dinner, he never wanted to take a
bath, and when grandma visited he always said bad words.
Sometimes his mother wanted to sell him to the zoo!

But at night time, when he was asleep,
the mother quietly opened the door to his room,
crawled across the floor and looked up over the side of the bed.
If he was really asleep, she picked up
that nine-year-old boy and rocked him
back and forth, back and forth, back
and forth. And while she rocked him she sang:

I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living my baby you'll be.

The boy grew. He grew and he grew and he grew.
He grew until he was a teenager. He
had strange friends and he wore strange clothes
and he listened to strange music.
Sometimes the mother felt like she : was in a zoo!

But at night time, when that teenager was asleep,
the mother opened the door to his
room, crawled across the floor and
looked up over the side of the bed. If he was really
asleep she picked up that great big boy
and rocked him back and forth, back and forth,
back and forth. While she rocked him she sang:

I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living my baby you'll be.

That teenager grew. He grew and he grew and he grew.
He grew until he was a grown-up
man. He left home and got a house across town.

But sometimes on dark nights the mother got into her car
and drove across town. If all the lights in
her son's house were out, she opened his bedroom window,
crawled across the floor, and looked up over the side
of his bed. If that great big man was really asleep
she picked him up and rocked him back and forth,
back and forth, back and forth. And
while she rocked him she sang:

I'll love you forever,  I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living my baby you'll be.

Well, that mother, she got older. She got older and
older and older. One day she called up her son and 
said, "You better come see me because I'm very old and sick." 
So her son came to see her. When he came in the
door she tried to sing the song. She sang:

I'll love you forever,  I'll like you for always....

But she couldn't finish because she was too old and sick.
The son went to his mother. He
picked her up and rocked her
back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
And he sang this song:

I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, 
As long as I'm living my Mommy you'll be.

When the son came home that night,
he stood for a long time at the top of the stairs.
Then he went into the room where his very
new baby daughter was sleeping.

He picked her up in his arms and very slowly rocked her
back and forth, back and forth,
back and forth. And while he rocked her he sang:

I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always,
As long as I'm living my baby you'll be.
 

 


 


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