A baby in a restaurant
So tiny her head fit into her father's hand
And as he looked into her eyes she smiled

Not bothered by the loudness of the live rock n' roll band.
And as I watched them both
I longed to cradle you in my arms again.

And all I could really think of was
That I longed to hold my babies.


A little later that same night
A child of eight or nine entered the dining room.
She had the pale poetic grace of that age

She was so tired she could hardly keep her eyes from closing.
And as I watched her older sister lay her down between two chairs to sleep
All that I was thinking was

That I wanted to hold my babies.

Looking at photographs

Watching you grow before my eyes.
Remembering the moments
The instant before the camera saw them.

And as I smile at all the times we shared
I'm reminded of all the in between.
Christ how I miss you both then and now my babies...


I longed to hold you in my arms
To know you're by my side.

To feel your little hands in mine
To look into trusting eyes.
I longed to be your Daddy

Felt guilty for not being there for you.
Oh how I miss you my babies.