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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