Missing Pages

In the beginning when the doctor brought you into the world, I was there.
When you were sick or tired and needed to be held, I was there.
As you grew, learned to sit up and then to crawl, I was there.
Your first steps were to your Daddy and when you fell, I was there.

Now as the door closes once again....you are gone.
Tears fill my eyes as I turn away for the long drive home.
So, I take all my precious memories and lock them safely in my heart
and thank God for giving me the best little girl in the whole wide world.

As I drive home, I open my heart, turn the pages and remember.
The pages are full of the memories of our time together.
The pages shine bright with the light and magic of your smile.
Alive with the joy of your laughter and the music of your cries.

But then I turn the page and there is nothing there.
So much of your joy and heartache are missing.
Too much of your love and laughter will pass me by.
So many pages will be blank because I can't be there.

If only every page was filled with the warmth of your love.
Alive with the music of your laughter and the promise in your eyes.
If only I could be there to tuck you in and kiss you goodnight.
Not just last night, but every night.

The time will pass so slowly until the door opens again and you are with me.
So tonight, as you go to sleep, lock up your memories safely in your heart.
And even though I can't always be there with you, if you ever need me
call me; I will be there before your first teardrop hits the floor