I am crying, with words running through my mind.
Now that's what I call a good book.
I am somehow afraid.
Afraid that my Dad and Mom will leave me sooner than I think they will, just like Henry when he was 43.
And it will be so hard for me to know that after they're gone, that they'll always be with me.
Holding me in their arms and planting my forehead with a goodnight kiss.
Standing at the front door waving goodbye as their car drove off.
Hearing Dad's comforting footsteps on the floorboards and stairs when he knows I'm feeling insecure at night.
Listening to Mom hum her lullaby.
"Li li li li li linggg,
Li li li li ling go to sleep...
Li li li li ling close your eyes,
Li li li li ling go to sleep...
Li li li li ling go to sleep..."
Li li li li ling go to sleep...
Li li li li ling close your eyes,
Li li li li ling go to sleep...
Li li li li ling go to sleep..."
I don't know why I'm worrying about the days when they both will leave me.
But I do know now that they love me.
And they'll always be right here with me.
Here and now.
Because,
"I love you, always. Time is nothing."
But I do know now that they love me.
And they'll always be right here with me.
Here and now.
Because,
"I love you, always. Time is nothing."