Do you remember,
when you would lay next to me and
sing me your silly version of goodnight?
"The farmer in the dell, the farmer in
the dell;"
it turned into a Jamaican lullaby.
"Hi-ho, the
derry-o
the
farmer in the dell..."
Do you remember,
when you would look at me
and somehow
you'd know that nothing had to be said?
You'd just hold me, and your silent
embrace would say everything I needed to
hear.
"The farmer takes a wife,
Hi-ho, the derry-o,
the
farmer takes a wife..."
Do you remember,
when you would lift me up and place me on
the tips of your toes, my soles overlapping
with yours?
Your large feet would guide mine in a
spinning waltz,
and this is how I learned to dance.
"The wife takes the child,
Hi-ho, the derry-o,
the
wife takes the child..."
Do you remember,
when Mommy and the younger version of you
were out during those sticky summer
afternoons?
You would make me a PB and J sandwich, put it
on a plate next to five Oreos and a glass of
milk.
"And the cat takes the mouse,
Hi-ho, the derry-o,
The cat takes the mouse..."
Do you remember,
when you would practice your saxophone
and I would come into the kitchen to join
you?
I'd dance and sing, you'd turn to face me,
and
together we would make the music louder.
"And the
cheese stands alone..."
Do you think,
that when you're up there above me,
when you're peeking over the edge of
a cloud to catch a glimpse of the moon,
that you'll look down and see me, too?
