You used to sing to me in the sweetest voice I've ever heard,I'll walk in the rain by your side and cling to the warmth of your tiny hand. I'll do anything to help you understand; I'll love you more than anybody can.I would ask you to sing to me every chance I got, nobody could sing as well as you, not anybody in the world. I remember believing you wrote it just for me.
You would hold me as you sang and I would bury my head into your chest and listen to your heart take the harmony. When you would sing,and the wind will whisper your name to me,you'd stop and whisper, "JoJo," and I would giggle.And little birds will sing along in time."Tweet tweet!" I would add.Leaves will bow down when you walk by and morning bells will chime.
When you'd leave on Sunday I would cling to the thoughts,I'll be there when you're feeling down to kiss away the tears if you cry.I would stuff them under my pillow and fall asleep to them. I'd dream of you singing to me again.I'll share with you all the happiness I've found. A reflection of the love in your eyes.
But, Dad, what happened to those promises you sang to me so many years ago? You never came to kiss away my tears when I've cried. You've stopped sharing your happiness with me; you've stopped finding it.
I've learned that you didn't write that song for me, you heard it on the radio. I've learned that the leaves aren't bowning down to me, they are falling as the weather turns cold. I've learned this song is nothing more than a pretty tune.
Dad, my hands aren't tiny anymore, but I still want someone to hold them.