Showing posts with label parenthood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parenthood. Show all posts

10.23.2009

my current favorite love song

The Gambler by Fun.



Slow down, we've got time left to be lazy
All the kids have bloomed from babies into flowers in our eyes.
We've got 50 good years left to spend out in the garden
I don't care to beg your pardon,
We should live until we die.

We were barely 18 when we'd crossed collective hearts.
It was cold, but it got warm when you'd barely crossed my eye.
And then you turned, put out your hand,
And you asked me to dance.
I knew nothing of romance, but it was love at second sight.

I swear when I grow up, I won't just buy you a rose.
I will buy the flower shop, and you will never be lonely.
Even if the sun stops waking up over the fields
I will not leave, I will not leave 'till it's our time.
So just take my hand, you know that I will never leave your side.

It was the winter of '86, and all the fields had frozen over.
So we moved to Arizona to save our only son
And now he's turning to a man, although he thinks just like his mother,
He believes we're all just lovers he sees hope in everyone.

And even though she moved away,
We always get calls from our daughter.
She has eyes just like her father's
They are blue when skies are grey
And just like him, she never stops,
Never takes the day for granted,
Works for everything that's handed to her,
Never once complains.

You think that I nearly lost you
When the doctors tried to take you away.
But like the night you took my hand beside the fire
30 years ago to this day
You swore you'd be here 'til we decide that it's our time
Well it's not time, you've never quit in all your life.
So just take my hand, you know that I'll never leave your side.
You're the love of my life, you know that I'll never leave your side.

You come home from work and you kiss me on the eye
You curse the dogs, you say that I should never feed them what is ours.
So we move out to the garden and look at everything we've grown.
And now the kids are coming home
I'll set the table
You can make the fire.



{I think that Nate wrote this about his parents through the eyes of his mother.}
It's beautiful and I want a love like this.
Someday

9.29.2009



christopher robin and i walk along
under branches lit up by the moon
posing our questions to owl and eeyore
as our days disappear all too soon
but i wandered much further today than i should
and i cant seem to find my way back to the wood
so help me if you can ive got to get back
to the house at a quarter by one
youll be surprise theres so much to be done
count all the bees in the hive
chase all the clouds from the sky
back to the days of christopher robin
winnie the pooh doesnt know what to do
got a honey jar stuck on his nose
he came to me asking help and advice
from here no one knows where he goes
so i sent him to ask of the owl if hes there
how to loosen a jar from the nose of a bear
help me if you can ive got to get back
to the house at a quarter by one
youll be surprise theres so much to be done
count all the bees in the hive
chase all the clouds from the sky
back to the days of christopher robin
try to explain how a few precious things
seem to follow through by all our lives
after all said and done i was watching my son
sleeping there with my bear by his side
so i tucked him in i kissed him and as i was gone
i swear that old bear whispered boy welcome home
believe me if you can i finally got back
to the house at pooh corner by one
what do you know theres so much to be done
count all the bees in the hive
chase all the clouds from the sky
back to the days of christopher robin
back to the ways of christopher robin
back to the days of pooh