johnbooth1963 Posted September 13, 2013 Report Share Posted September 13, 2013 Lost days. As I walk into the house, same house as yesterday I know it is different. For today I am married. I look at my hands, young, clumsy hands Holding the hand of my love. I walk in the house, same house as yesterday But I know it’s different. For today I have a new baby. A new life, so small and wonderful and dependant. I look at my hands, shaking, and unsure hands Cradling my new-born daughter. I walk into the house, same house as yesterday But something’s different. While working I missed first steps, first words, first teeth. I look at my hands, strong working hands Holding my head to cry. I walk into the house, same house as yesterday But I know something’s different. For hanging onto my legs is a little girl, "I’ve made this for you daddy at school" I look at my hands, contented, proud hands Turning the pages of a bedtime storybook. I walk into the house, same house as yesterday But I know it’s different No little children’s laughter, instead a woman, vibrant and young, smiling as she prepares for a date I look at my hands, older hands Handing my daughter the keys to the car. I walk into the house, same house as yesterday But I know it’s different. Hustle, bustle hurry and scurry, preparing to leave for my daughters wedding I look at my hands, sad, happy proud hands Giving the hand of my daughter to the man she loves. I walk into the house, same house as yesterday But I know it’s the same Looking into the eyes of the lady beside me. I look at my hands, old tired hands Holding the hand of my love. The end. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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