Where did you get such a dirty face,
My darling dirty-faced child?
I got it from crawling along in the dirt
And biting two buttons off Jeremy's shirt.
I got it from chewing the roots of a rose
And digging for clams in the yard with my nose.
I got it from peeking into a dark cave
And painting myself like a Navajo brave.
I got it from playing with coal in the bin
And signing my name in cement with my chin.
I got if from rolling around on the rug
And giving the horrible dog a big hug.
I got it from finding a lost silver mine
And eating sweet blackberries right off the vine.
I got it from ice cream and wrestling and tears
And from having more fun than you've had in years.
I wake up every day with your smile on my mind.
It's a beautiful sight to behold, so soft
I saw the stars that shine
When I looked into your eyes.
I felt the pain inside
If I could write a poem,
I would write it just for you.
But I cannot write a poem
When your mind is set
On a splendid thing you want to do,
Some will shrug,
<There's none to compare to you,
When we're apart I feel so blue.
I
I don't have a controller,
And I don't have a screen,
I don't need to be plugged
my sleeping angel
I opened my eyes and saw an angel
I took his hand and he lead m
Don't Go Far Off, Not Even For A Day
Don't go far off, not even for a day, because --
because -- I don't know how to say it: a
Go With Grace
Each morning of this month
When you rise upon your bed,
May it be with renewed grace
To face the
You're the one for me
'cause you were made just for me.
Now I'm standing in front
