A New Poem

“Nightime With Gizmo”

Two in the morning and I cant tell, whether im tired or caught in a spell. Cause she’s wide awake just looking at me. Smiling and crying all the way til three. Now she’s fed and burped too, I really don’t know what else to do. Change her diaper and hold her tight, sing another song for her tonight.
From Elton John to The Tragically Hip, there’s never a quiver in her lip. As long as I sing to her she’s content.
And I sit here wondering where the time went.
It’s closing on four oclock real fast, and I can tell that another night has passed, where I wont get much sleep at all. But that’s ok when im at her beckon call. I love the time I get to spend with her, but it’s sad that every morning the night has become a blur. Cause my memory don’t work so well, when ive been up longer than I can tell.
From Elton John to The Tragically Hip, there’s never a quiver in her lip. As long as I sing to her she’s content.
And I sit here wondering where the time went.
Five oclock and Gizmo’s fast asleep, I got two hours myself to get some sleep. Then it’s off to work missing her so, but it’s ok I’ve only got twelve hours to go, til I get to hold her in my arms once more. To let her know all the love I have in store. I wouldn’t trade these nights for a month of rest. Cause I realize these nights are, am will be the best.
From Elton John to The Tragically Hip, there’s never a quiver in her lip. As long as I sing to her she’s content.
And I sit here wondering where the time went.
I love the way she closes her eyes when I sing “no blue skys”. Then there’s the little movements she makes when I belt “the levee breaks”. “Don’t let the sun go down on me” always makes her smile with glee, but I wanna say before I pass, her favorite song is “this years love had better last”
From Elton John to The Tragically Hip, there’s never a quiver in her lip. As long as I sing to her she’s content.
And I sit here wondering where the time went.