The edges are worn on this old quilt
From years of keeping me warm.
She sewed each piece by hand with love
A craft she mastered through years of practice.
There's a name I always wanted to have
Since I was a little girl.
I dreamed of having one or two
With brown eyes and hair with curls.
There's a great man I know
Who can put on a great show
When he takes the baton in his hand.
There is no laughter
Inside these walls
There are no toys
Scattered in the halls.
You were like my big brother
When we were growing up.
You were our weekend babysitter
Who always made it fun.
Here I am on my knees again
Wondering this time where to begin
You answered my prayers
When you led me to him,