You were born around the time When things on the radio sounded groovy As your mother put you to her chest Feeling the pulse of a small baby She didn’t know it then but She also felt my heart too Because all my beats were created in you
I should worship you You tried so hard With me
So they say, On the seventh day after creating the universe God rested You spent nine months Painting, sculpting, molding and creating me Creating my body to feel life like gentle hands Creating eyes to see a world surrounded in invisible wind Creating my heart to love as often as breathing Creating my mind that shines because it’s teeming Creating creativity Creating my life Creating my universe With me You tried so hard I should worship you
Growing up I didn’t have a favorite author Because I thought you Wrote every book You read stories at bedtime Like taking a spoonful of ideas and Feeding them to my brain Your voice can narrate a story so well I’d close my eyes Not because I’m trying to fall asleep But rather trying to fall into the story You taught me how to dream
All moms have something they can cook well Some can make the best cherry pie Others, a mean artichoke dip Mom, you bake the best Life Fresh or even the next day for leftovers Everyone eats it and says it tastes like Breathing You make life
Listen to this idea and tell me what you think,
You got a million pictures In hundreds of albums that won’t fit because The binding became busted I don’t get how my body Can get so big when I Look at pictures of me so little Perhaps you thought each photo would Take days off of my life so we could go back to Feeling like, Playing with action figures before you went to work Feeling like, Learning to ride a bike was on my to do list I’m feeling like, We can start life again I don’t know about you but, I’d like that Simply because, I had fun