Who Killed Cock Robin?
Mom, I know that you can't hear me...
People have told me to talk to you when I miss you.
But you're gone. Your spirit is asleep, waiting...
Even though your gone, Mom, you're still with me every day.
I hear your voice when words come out of my mouth,
I see your face and your head cocked back in laughter when I tell my son stories about you.
Last night, when I sang to my son and rubbed his back, it seemed like you were singing through me,
Your words, your tone, every innuendo in your voice that I heard when I was a little girl laying on the bottom bunk, before you would go and sing to Daniel...
If I didn't know the truth, I would have mistaken you there, with us, embracing us in spirit.
And it makes me cry now, b/c I always thought when you were old, frail, grey, weak that I would sing to you.
That I would take you onto my lap like "I'll Love You Forever" and love you and sing the songs you sang to me,
I always thought that one day when you needed me, that I would be there to take care of you, to feed you, to dress you, to complete the cycle of life and give you the love that you gave me.
Mom, I want to rock you on my lap and tell you that I love you. I would sing to you even if I felt silly.
I regret not holding you after you died,
If I could go back, I would touch your face in the dark, I would tell you that I love you.
Why did I leave you up in the front alone?
Your face was still warm even though you were gone,
I'm sorry I didn't touch you when you came back, but you just weren't you.
You looked plastic and old, swollen.
It just wasn't you Mom.
But I love you. You. Your bright brown eyes that your sisters said looked like a frog! Your voice and your silly, funny and shocking words. Your whirlwind path that you left behind you every where you went, fast and in a hurry.
Mom, If I could, I would hold you and I would sing to you,
"Sleep, sleep my baby. Sleep, sleep my baby.
All the birds in the sky are singing by and by,
Sleep, sleep O my baby.
People have told me to talk to you when I miss you.
But you're gone. Your spirit is asleep, waiting...
Even though your gone, Mom, you're still with me every day.
I hear your voice when words come out of my mouth,
I see your face and your head cocked back in laughter when I tell my son stories about you.
Last night, when I sang to my son and rubbed his back, it seemed like you were singing through me,
Your words, your tone, every innuendo in your voice that I heard when I was a little girl laying on the bottom bunk, before you would go and sing to Daniel...
If I didn't know the truth, I would have mistaken you there, with us, embracing us in spirit.
And it makes me cry now, b/c I always thought when you were old, frail, grey, weak that I would sing to you.
That I would take you onto my lap like "I'll Love You Forever" and love you and sing the songs you sang to me,
I always thought that one day when you needed me, that I would be there to take care of you, to feed you, to dress you, to complete the cycle of life and give you the love that you gave me.
Mom, I want to rock you on my lap and tell you that I love you. I would sing to you even if I felt silly.
I regret not holding you after you died,
If I could go back, I would touch your face in the dark, I would tell you that I love you.
Why did I leave you up in the front alone?
Your face was still warm even though you were gone,
I'm sorry I didn't touch you when you came back, but you just weren't you.
You looked plastic and old, swollen.
It just wasn't you Mom.
But I love you. You. Your bright brown eyes that your sisters said looked like a frog! Your voice and your silly, funny and shocking words. Your whirlwind path that you left behind you every where you went, fast and in a hurry.
Mom, If I could, I would hold you and I would sing to you,
"Sleep, sleep my baby. Sleep, sleep my baby.
All the birds in the sky are singing by and by,
Sleep, sleep O my baby.
"Who killed Cock Robin? Who killed Cock Robin?
'I,' said the Sparrow, 'with my little bow and arrow.
T'was I, O it was I.'
"Who, Lord, endowed him? Who, Lord, endowed him?
'I,' said the Crane, 'with my little golden chain.
T'was I, O it was I.'
"Who sewed the shroud in? Who sewed the shroud in?
'I,' said the Beetle, 'with my little sewing needle.
T'was I, O it was I.'
"Who spread the news, O? Who spread the news, O?
'I,' said the Bear, 'just as fast as I could tear.
T'was I, O it was I.'
"Who preached the funeral? Who preached the funeral?
'I,' said the Swallow, 'just as loud as I could holler.
T'was I, O it was I.'
"Who patted the ground, O? Who patted the ground, O?
'I,' said the Duck, 'with my little spattered foot.
T'was I, O it was I.'
"Who killed Cock Robin? Who killed Cock Robin?
'I,' said the Sparrow, 'with my little bow and arrow.
T'was I, O it was I.'
"Sleep, sleep my baby. Sleep, sleep my baby.
All the stars in the sky are singing by and by,
Sleep, sleep O my baby."
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