story of recall

at the bedside of a little child
reading her to sleep
you keep reading even after she closes her eyes
so she falls into it deep
but when the stories over you give in to the night
and u find urself with a melancholy grin
u flip through the pages of your own life
and then u look at hers and u want to rebegin
remember the days of old
when everything went so right
i remember these days of old
everytime i read her to bed at night
but when i see her eyes begin to close
those last moments of her day i adore
and it kills me that i will never know
what tommorow night has in store
one thing i know for sure
something that can not be changed
i will always love her
even if reading to her is strange
someday i will be denied
but it needs to be understood
they begin to drift away from your life
as they enter that adulthood
so when im down when this occurs
i will think of these nights
i will cherish these moments i adore
as i flip through the pages of her life
although everynight a book is finished
there is one that remains open
and everytime an old book closes
a new one begins




JC