to sit upon your knee.
I’d gaze into your loving eyes
as your arms enfolded me.
the golden tendrils of my hair,
as whispered sentiments of love
we quietly would share.
the same time after time.
I knew all of the words by heart,
you didn’t seem to mind.
and gently kissed my cheek.
You’d wish upon a shooting star
the Lord my soul to keep.
death parted you from me.
I hope you know how much it meant
when I sat upon your knee.
as I quietly reminisce,
I’d give a million of those stars
to feel your gentle kiss.
to hear you read to me,
and remember those quiet moments
when I sat upon your knee.