One day a teardrop will fall from the sky.
And on that day, out of joy, I will cry.
Within my arms I’ll hold you tight,
And as you open your eyes to me you’ll know everything will be alright.
One day I will plant my seed,
And watch you grow into this love that I need.
I’ll come home from work and put your little palm in mine,
We’ll go for walks, talk & enjoy life, and forget about time.
Hold your little fingers in my massive hand,
I’ll teach you the ways of life so that you’ll understand.
When you’re sick and I’ve got sleepless nights,
It’ll be such a gorgeous sight to see you sleep in the middle of the night.
When we come home from our walks in the park,
And your mom’s complaining about her stretch marks
We’ll smother her with hugs and kisses and say,—
“You’re still beautiful, so beautiful tonight.
So give me your hand and enjoy the night.”
Your love from me is worth more than gold,
And it will continue to grow as you get old.
Like the cats in the cradle and the silver spoon,
we’ll stay out together and watch the moon.
Tuck you in before you go to bed,
Butterfly kisses upon your forehead.
Never miss a dance recital or minor league game,
And even if I did I’d love you all the same.
So put your little palm in mine and come walk with me.
My happiness, you’ll sure see.
I know how much you’ll want to celebrate,
The day after you finally graduate.
I’ll provide the alcohol but only before eight,
And as long as friends be sure to designate.
And if your prom doesn’t go as planned,
Put your little palm in my hand.
I’ll lock away my heart and give you the key,
As long as you save the last dance for me.
So put your little palm in the center of my hand,
And one day, your father, you’ll understand.
You’ll move out of my home,
And have kids of your own.
And all the things I will have done you’ll understand,
One day when you kids put their little palms in the center of your hand.
©The Honest Fabler – Pooja Mukherjee
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