Wakeup sweetheart,time to get up.
I have laid out your dress and shoes.
Sorry,I don't know how to braid hair.
I don't know how to make french toast.
We are running late, half past eight.
Lunch? You need lunch? Just buy today!
Does it matter the hat don't match?
Permission slip? It's due today?
No playground today, I have chores.
I'm sorry my roast tastes different!
Time for bed, we both need our rest.
Kiss your dolly and say your prayers.
Honey, I miss you, I love you.
How did you do it? So much care...
I'll never learn to do her hair.
Our loss of you. It don't seem fair.
Wish I had just one last kiss.
Most of all it's the hugs I miss.
I give our baby an extra kiss,
to replace the one she will miss.
The coldest day I can recall,
the final kiss from you so cold.
The weight of Atlas crushing in,
my heart so numb, it wouldn't beat.
Though life goes on against my will.
I see your face in our sweet girl.
I sense you here to protect us.
I still can't get the braids just right,
but with your love I won't give up.
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