School bag in hand

she leaves home

in the early morning

waving goodbye

with an absent-minded smile

I watch her go

with a surge of

that well-known sadness

and I have to sit down

for a while

the feeling that I'm

loosin her forever

and without really

entering her world

I'm glad whenever I

can share her laughter

that funny little girl



Slipping through my fingers

all the time

I try to capture

every minute

the feeling in it

slipping through my fingers

all the time

do I really see what's

in her mind

each time I think

I'm close to knowing

she keeps on growing

slipping through my fingers

all the time



Sleep in our eyes

her and me

at the breakfast table

barely awake I

let precious time go by

then when she's gone

there's that odd

melancholy feeling

and a sense of

guilt I can't deny

what happened to the

wonderful adventures

the places I had

planned for us to go

well some of that we did

but most we didn't

and why I just don't know



Slipping through my fingers...



Sometimes I wish

that I could freeze

the picture

and save it from

the funny tricks of time



Schoolbag in hand

she leaves home

in the early morning

waving goodbye

with an absent-minded smile