Five Years Ago
Good morning she said to me, twas a Sunday morn
Outstretched arms, asking for a hug, with a yawn.
As we embrace, the sun shine through the window,
I kiss her forehead, and tickled her tiny little toes
In a beautiful red dress and shiny curly locks
She brought her little purse loaded with her snacks.
As we walked along she held my hand so tightly
I smiled at her, "i'll never let go, don't you ever worry."
We played at the park, oh! Twas a joyous happy day.
A balloon in her hand, you should have seen her play.
"I'm thirsty," she said, "hold my balloon, don't let it fly away"
I smiled at her, "I'll never let it go, don't you worry," I say.
It was dark when we got home she was half asleep
I took off her shoes, tucked her between the sheets.
Soon she was sleeping, her face angelic and peaceful
I'd say a prayer, thank God for a day so wonderful.
And as I lay down on my bed that night to sleep and rest
I realizes that all these was just my imagination at best.
See, for last time I hold her was exactly five years ago.
But then I smiled, don't you worry, my sister, I would never let go.
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