- JUST FOR THIS DAY -
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just for this morning, i'll let you wake up softly, all rumpled in your flannel & i'll hold you until you're ready
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just for this morning, i'll let you choose what you want to wear, smile & say you're beautiful
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just for this morning, i'm going to step over the laundry, pick you up & take you to the park to play
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just for this morning, i'm going to eat a huge breakfast, with bacon, eggs, toast & waffles & you don't have to eat any
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just for this morning, i'll leave the dishes in the sink & let you teach me how to put that 100 piece puzzle together
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just for this afternoon, i'll unplug the telephone, keep the computer off & sit with you in the garden, blowing bubbles
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just for this afternoon, i'll not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream & whine for the ice cream truck & i'll buy you one if he comes by
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just for this afternoon, i won't worry about what you're going to be when you grow up or who you might have been before your diagnosis
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just for this afternoon, i'll let you help me bake cookies & i won't stand over you trying to 'fix' things
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just for this afternoon, i'll let you put all kinds of barettes in my hair & put lipstick on my face, & i'll tell you how pretty you've made me look
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just for this afternoon i'll take you to mcdonalds & buy us both a happy meal so you can have both toys
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just for this evening, i'll hold you in my arms & tell you a story about how you were born & how much we love you
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just for this evening, i'll let you splash in the bathtub & not get angry when you throw water over your sister's head
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just for this evening, i'll let you stay up late while we sit on the porch swing & count all the stars
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just for this evening, i'll bring you glasses of water & snuggle beside you for three hours & miss my favorite show on t.v
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just for this evening, when i kneel down to pray, i'll simply be grateful for all that i have & not ask for anything, except... just one more day
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Sally Meyer
C. 1999.
No portion of this poem may be reproduced, copied, or forwarded,
C. 1999.
No portion of this poem may be reproduced, copied, or forwarded,
without express written permission by the author.
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