Missing the Best Part


In the clear blue cold we're standing there

Our hearts at once entirely bare

I gaze at you and want no more

Then to paint that face I so adore.


Now we are apart, the months have passed,

That day turned out to be our last

Our child lays upon my breast

This part of life, this part's the best.


I almost seem to hear your voice

Requesting that I make a choice

I knew my mind, I could not stay,

I would not give our child away.


Yet even though our time is done

I see your face now in our son

You did not stay to see the rest,

This part of love, this part's the best.




� Rainbowturtl