Knocking Knocking on the door, like a stranger;
No answer did I get.
Waiting to see you, as if my life's desire.
Again I am knocking, knocking at your door.
A voice within says: "Go Away,
She's not here; to see you, today."
Just hope someday you'll understand.
In my mind, you're a vision of loveliness
And in my heart; more love than in my whole life
My sweet vision is just a picture of your beauty, rare.
Golden hair so soft to touch;
It's fragrance, fresh as the morning dew.
I look at your hands so small,
Grasping tangible toys.
Oh that teddy bear I wish I was.
Your feet so small and delicate;
They run across the floor, so clumsy were you.
Your skin so soft and white;
As radiant as a winter snow; so pure.
Your laughter; that of ignorance,
For so much of life you have not yet lived.
No matter what you could ever do,
Errors in life I know you will make;
But always remember,
Those who make errors
Are those who learn to love life.
So, next time you hear a knocking at the door,
As many times as you've heard it in the past
Someday; when you are old enough, please answer.
And if you see an old lady; with hands chapped and worn,
Say "Hello Mother, it's time we learn to understand."
With age we learn to realize life.
And life is you; to me, my love.
Copyright © Sydell R. Linsicombe
written for Jennifer
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