When I get home—
March 14, 2005
James R. Lewis
Though I’m far away, I’m thinking of you,
I’m thinking of wonderful
things we can do.
Thinking thoughtful thoughts
of my boy and my girl,
So when I get home,
we’ll give these a whirl.
My thoughts are too many to share on this page,
But by these thoughts thinking,
perhaps you can gage
The fun we can have, the good times to share,
When I get home, when I’m finally there.
We’ll go for a skate, Kate,
we’ll make it a date and stay out late.
We’ll eat ice cream and have us some pop.
We’ll have such fun we won’t want to stop!
We’ll walk in the dark, we’ll laugh at the moon,
we’ll mix up some brownies,
eat it up with a spoon!
When it’s time for bed, I’ll tell you a story,
You might be so tuckered that
you’ll get all snorey,
So up to your bedroom, I’ll take you,
I’ll tuck you,
I’ll tuck you in tight and
I’ll give you a squeeze,
I’ll tuck in your toes and
I’ll tuck in your knees
I’ll tuck you in tightly and
wish you sweet dreams,
And I’ll tell you I love you
much more than it seems.
And when the dawn breaks, new ventures to start,
Just being with you,
it brightens my heart.
Your smile as you come down brings
bright morning glory,
So now it is time to continue our story:
Let’s go for a hike with big cousin Mike,
it can even be a bike hike if you like,
if he can keep up, we’ll bring
the dog Spike!
With the sun on our backs
and the wind in our face,
we’ll go real fast on a down-hill race!
We’ll crash and all tumble right into the dirt,
and I’ll brush off your scrapes
and kiss off your hurt.
We’ll bike through the woods and find us a lake,
and light up the grill
and have us some steak.
We’ll find us a lake that’s pretty and clean,
and next what I’ll do,
you might think is mean—
I’ll pick up my Kaitlyn, and lift her real high,
and jump into the water,
my daughter and I--
we’ll get soaked to the skin,
our clothes sopping wet,
don’t rush home to mom,
she might get upset!
We’ll splash and we’ll swim,
and then play in the sand,
‘twill be quite a day,
that day will be grand!
We’ll climb in a tree, my little boy and me,
we’ll climb way up high,
almost up to the sky.
We’ll look out and see,
from high up in that tree,
the view will be great,
with my little boy and me.
And when it gets dark, we’ll play even more!
We’ll play lazer tag,
we’ll even the score—
we’ll outsmart those girls,
your mom and my daughter—
we’ll sneak all around—
I think I just got her!
And even though dark, we can still use the water—
we’ll grab a canoe,
take a nice moonlight cruise,
and if you’re big enough,
we’ll go two by twos.
There’s nothing like silence and water
and if we’re in luck,
we’ll see Saturn and Mars.
And if we look up at dark heaven’s expanse,
stars shooting by,
we might see perchance.
Now hush and be quiet
as we paddle the lake—
if you listen intently you might hear—
I’ll laugh as you scream—
you might even go PLOP!
Its fun in the shadows
to be scared by Pop!
Oh what a night! Is all I can say,
we’ll have one like that when I’m some someday.
We’ll visit cousins in Florida too,
And Grandma and Grandpa
will also see you.
We’ll go with the cousins to see the Great Mouse,
The one with the pointy
and sparkley house.
We’ll go on the rides and
we’ll take pictures too,
They’ll sure close the park
before we’re all through.
We’ll have a sleepover with cousins and aunts,
Sneak out of the house
and trip over the plants-
Playing hide and seek in the dark,
Till cousin, from shadow, jumps out,
gives you fright!
We’ll go for a picnic, we’ll carve watermelon,
Into funny faces, what it looks like,
We’ll eat watermelon until our faces drip,
Seeing the cousins is always a trip!
When I get home, we’ll dig up the yard,
we’ll make a nice garden,
it can’t be that hard.
We’ll try it again for tomatoes you’ll see,
nothing can beat a fresh one for me.
And you can grow yours, your own garden too,
we’ll all get real dirty,
the worst, me and you.
We’ll put in some flowers and veggies and plants—
the kind you can eat, or that makes
Mom’s heart dance.
We’ll make such a mess with the dirt
and the sweat,
Mom won’t let us into the house
I sure bet!
She’ll get out the hose, turn it on,
and then squirt us,
then bring out some snacks,
you could say she’ll “dessert” us!
We’ll play us some soccer and then basketball,
and we’re still far from done,
we’re not finished at all.
We’ll go to the school and shoot off a rocket,
and then put what’s left of it
into your pocket.
We’ll go to the field with a ball and a bat—
and hit it around—
I know you’ll like that.
Then home for a cook-out,
the burgers you’ll flip,
as I sit and watch,
lemonade for to sip.
We’ll bring out your friends,
we’ll have a nice party,
when I’m finally home,
we’ll laugh really hearty.
My words can’t express just how much I miss you,
but while I’m away, its what I must do.
I’m doing my part in my own little way,
to help your tomorrow
to dawn a bright day.
Our world needs some help, and helping’s my job,
I’m sorry it feels that from you I rob,
time for others when you need me too,
but helping for others,
its what we must do.
So soon I’ll return, all these wonders to share,
we’ll get all worn out,
then we’ll sit in a chair,
and I’ll hug you and squeeze you
and kiss you just right,
then read you a story and tuck you in tight.
Then morning will come and we’ll start it again,
we’ll breakfast together,
together we’ll grin,
of thoughts and adventures
and good times galore,
a lifetime of living and loving, explore.
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