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The Baby, The Boy Author: Charity Myhre
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When I see the first dawn's light I think of you all tucked in tight When
I hear the first winds blow I remember the sounds of your first hello I
touch blue fleece and caress your soft cheeks And remember the evening
that we first met I was very tired and you were very wired We both wanted
milk though I wanted cereal with mine And I sat by your side and wondered
why I rhymed The last time I saw you the last moment you were mine I
hoped for the best and feared for the times That I would not be there to
hold you and kiss you goodnight But prayed that your mother would make up
for my fright Of loving you too much, of not letting you part Of saying
the wrong things, of breaking your heart But seeing your face and knowing
your smiles Will buoy my soul for the longest of whiles The last time I saw you not years but just weeks I cried
when I saw you, my heart on two feet In little blue jeans with a car and a
ball You said "Hello Chachie" and again I knew all The reasons I placed you so far from my house Were the
reasons you know the difference between cat and a mouse You new Mom and
Dad can show you the world And show you the love of the universe unfurled
I love you always, and in my heart you'll stay A sweet
little baby all powdered and gray But in my minds eye and my soul and
hands I love you growing older, into a young man I grieve for the baby I placed on that day But I sing for
the boy that I share always The child I know is not the babe I remember
But both live within me from spring to December Copyright 2002 by Charity Myhre
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