A bit of you
A bit of me
And full of love
She will be.

A dream for me
A dream from you
In flesh and blood
We’ll see.

Tiny fingers
The chuckle, the dimple
The glow in her eyes
It’ll be you, my sweet baby
Your past in a present form.
I’ll feed her
I’ll bathe her
I’ll sing lullaby
My arms will be her cradle.
Humming lyrics,
Borrowing words from the songs you love
The toys she’ll play with, will show me you
Stuffed toys will be dogs… or black stallion.
And the toy cars will have three pointed stars.

Yes… she’s there right in me
But I can’t have it,
If you don’t give it to me
A dream that needs a tiny soft place to cuddle up.
Lie there and grow and come out in my arms
Take it, nurture it and give a life…
She yourself grow again
With a mother in the guise of a father.

A bit of you
A bit of me
And full of love
she will be.

A dream for me
A dream from you
In flesh and blood
We’ll see.