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Lost days.
As I walk into the house, same house as yesterday
I know it is different.
For today I am married.
I look at my hands, young, clumsy hands
Holding the hand of my love.
I walk in the house, same house as yesterday
But I know it’s different.
For today I have a new baby.
A new life, so small and wonderful and dependant.
I look at my hands, shaking, and unsure hands
Cradling my newborn daughter.
I walk into the house, same house as yesterday
But something’s different.
While working I missed first steps, first words, first teeth.
I look at my hands, strong working hands
Holding my head to cry.
I walk into the house, same house as yesterday
But I know something’s different.
For hanging onto my legs is a little girl,
"I’ve made this for you daddy at school"
I look at my hands, contented, proud hands
Turning the pages of a bedtime storybook.
I walk into the house, same house as yesterday
But I know it’s different
No little children’s laughter, instead a woman, vibrant and young,
smiling as she prepares for a date
I look at my hands, older hands
Handing my daughter the keys to the car.
I walk into the house, same house as yesterday
But I know it’s different.
Hustle, bustle hurry and scurry, preparing to leave for my daughters wedding
I look at my hands, sad, happy proud hands
Giving the hand of my daughter to the man she loves.
I walk into the house, same house as yesterday
But I know it’s the same
Looking into the eyes of the lady beside me.
I look at my hands, old tired hands
Holding the hand of my love.
The end.
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