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I wrote this to my grandmother who is fighting for her life in the hospital now and to my mother who is being brave for her.
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Your Tiny Skinny Finger
If I close my eyes
right here right now,
would it take me back
to that summer when I was little?
I would have talked to you more
without being shy
I touch your tiny skinny finger
with my finger gently
Instead of saying thank you
I fold our fingers together tightly
wishing you could hear me
My mother watches you over
without saying anything
I can't bear it it's too big
I just keep calling you
If one day
I could become a father myself
I would tell my children
One day.. a day like this will come
and you should keep doing your best
so you can face the moment
with no regrets
I touch your tiny skinny finger
with my finger gently
Instead of saying thank you
I fold our fingers together tightly
wishing you could hear me
My mother watches you over
without saying anything
I can't bear it it's too big
I just keep calling you
I did not come here to say goodbye
No, it's not too late
I touch your tiny skinny finger
with my finger gently
Instead of saying thank you
I fold our fingers together tightly
wishing you could hear me
My mother watches you over
without saying anything
I can't bear it it's too big
I just keep calling you
If I close my eyes
right here right now,
would it take me back
to that summer when I was little?
I would have talked to you more
without being shy
I touch your tiny skinny finger
with my finger gently
Instead of saying thank you
I fold our fingers together tightly
wishing you could hear me
My mother watches you over
without saying anything
I can't bear it it's too big
I just keep calling you
If one day
I could become a father myself
I would tell my children
One day.. a day like this will come
and you should keep doing your best
so you can face the moment
with no regrets
I touch your tiny skinny finger
with my finger gently
Instead of saying thank you
I fold our fingers together tightly
wishing you could hear me
My mother watches you over
without saying anything
I can't bear it it's too big
I just keep calling you
I did not come here to say goodbye
No, it's not too late
I touch your tiny skinny finger
with my finger gently
Instead of saying thank you
I fold our fingers together tightly
wishing you could hear me
My mother watches you over
without saying anything
I can't bear it it's too big
I just keep calling you
you've done some ambitious and brave stuff here - those transitions to the high vocals are awesome. as a whole, this is as unique as i've heard in a loooooong time. glad you checked out Marty's Mother tune, and that i checked out yours. it's a sweet and strong celebration of Staying and Going. lovely! anne