Barely Talking

lyrics from a song I wrote about my daughter Stephanie

BARELY TALKING

Barely talking,
feet far from walking.
And if they could,
where would, they go?

Barely 3 month's old,
or so.
So young to steal Daddy's soul.

Cry in the night.
Who's first to wake?
I under the covers,
I make believe,
I still asleep.

Mommy wakes,
forgetting how she felt,
She takes one look at Stephie,
......she melts.

Eyes of brown,
like dark chocolate Redwood rings.
Hair, midnight black,
with moonlit silky beams
Chubby little fingers,
match her chubby little toes.

Innocent and loving thought,
are the only thoughts she knows.

And for a man,
who's never subscribed to the notion, of fear,
of any kind.
I wake up strangely shaking,
to the bittersweet realization,
that 16 years
have passed us somehow,
in the blink of just one night.

Never again will mommy or I,
ever. hear that sweet sound of
our Stephie's 's late night cry.

But the saddest of all thoughts
Is that we'll never again be woken up,
to the sound of her sweet lips, ever
barely talking

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A sad poem my friend,
"But the saddest of all thoughts
Is that we'll never again be woken up,
to the sound of her sweet lips, ever
barely talking"
A quiet house is a lonely house. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote