Neva Flores · Sep 4, 2010
Blue Skies

I see my own features in your precious face
Each time you look at me
See myself in younger days gone by
The way I used to be

The way you move and gaily laugh aloud
Is like looking in a mirror
Reflecting back an image of long ago
Yet nearer and so dearer

Listening to you now, sing so beautifully
Like a lovely nightingale
Takes me back to another time and place
I can remember, oh so well

Your tiny hand was sweetly clasped in mine
Looking up into my eyes
Learning to live, just the way I taught you
Chasing after those blue skies

I could never, ever, be any prouder
As I look into your eyes
See you holding her tiny hand in yours
Chasing after those blue skies

*For My Amber
 
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