Counting Time
One thousand nine hundred forty-nine minutes
Since the moment you left my side
I’ve counted a hundred different ways
And still the pain will not subside
It seems that years and years have passed
And like time hasn’t moved at all
Like I could open up my eyes
To see you running down the hall
Your smiling face, your arms outstretched
And I’d feel that excited rush
As you ask for just one more
“Hug, kiss, cheek, and nose, and touch”
One thousand nine hundred fifty eight minutes
And I could count a million more
Still I’d feel your child-like love
Just like I always did before
And every morning I wake up
Mommy fights the tears again
As I remember that you’re not here
And I try so hard to hold them in
I never got to say good-bye
And it just still seems so unreal
For you to disappear that way
And leave us here alone to feel
One thousand nine hundred sixty-six minutes
Since the moment you left my side
And all I can say is “Baby, I love you.
And I wish you had not died.”
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