Sunday, June 19, 2005
That time
That time when you bent down to put my shoes on,
That time when you fold up my sleeves because the NIKE jumper was too big,
That time when you put the pink scarf over my head,
That time when you cut up the steak into small pieces for me,
That time when you took off my shoes and washed my feet because I was too exhausted, sleepy and couldn’t even get up,
Many times when you put the food you knew I liked on my plate,
My heart fluttered a little, I sighed a little
It’s doing it again now because it misses you so.
That time when you fold up my sleeves because the NIKE jumper was too big,
That time when you put the pink scarf over my head,
That time when you cut up the steak into small pieces for me,
That time when you took off my shoes and washed my feet because I was too exhausted, sleepy and couldn’t even get up,
Many times when you put the food you knew I liked on my plate,
My heart fluttered a little, I sighed a little
It’s doing it again now because it misses you so.
