Thursday, November 7, 2019
One More
Oh, how sweet it would to be to have ONE MORE . . .
One more hug, one more smile, one more talk
One more game of hopscotch lined in chalk
One trip, as the wind blows, on the merry go-around
One more skinned knee, playing kickball, after falling down
One more time getting called down for not being quiet in class
One more being scared to look at my grade did I fail or did I pass?
One more time staying up to watch a movie past my bedtime
One note, handed in class, check yes or no will you be mine
One more game Mom, I promise it’ll just be one more
One more buggy-ride through the grocery store
One more pick-up game that will end up in a fight
One more windy day just to fly a kite
One more time listening to your laugh as time seems to stand still
One more trip to the golden arches to get the toy in the Happy Meal
One more Sunday morning with grateful hands lifted high
One more I think I can, after all, you never know unless you try
One more time of hearing your footsteps coming down the hall
One more trip, blasting the music, heading to the mall
One more evening, just sitting and listening to your voice
One more time would be magical, abra cadabra, on multiple-choice
One more day, sitting in a swing, holding tightly to your hand
One more touchdown as the school song is played by the band
One more smile— it would be amazing to see your face light up with joy
What I would give to do it all over to go back to being a little boy
One more smell of the breakfast cooking as soon as I awake
One more time skiing or jumping off the pier at the lake
One more tear falling down my cheek that’s how we know we truly care
One more time playing spin the bottle, on the trampoline, or truth or dare
One more time Saturday to sleep in as the rain begins to fall
One more giggle, one more crush, one more late-night phone call
One more time to hit snooze as the boss wonders where we are
One more time to make a wish twinkle, twinkle little star
One more time to bow my head now I lay me down to sleep
If I could make one wish how these memories I would keep
What would be my request if these memories I could store
I would treasure each one before simply asking for just one more!
JMB
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