Sleeping on My Shoulder

by David Christopher Johnston
Finally got her down for a nap
He’ll try enjoy the silence for an hour
Because he knows she’ll have a paddy
When she wakes up
Plays up
She’s going to tear the place up
Fill the house with chaos until she gets to play a game with me
But who am I to deny that smile?
I knew my heart was yours forever from the moment you arrived
Got it wrapped up in a cuddle with your name on
For the world to see
And I’m just so happy that you look like your Mummy and not like me…
Sunday morning walking in the woods and picking flowers
And sitting watching tele while your Mummy has a shower and a break
Because I know that she’s an angel sent from Heaven
But even angels need a break from hearing “Mummy” every second
You see, your Daddy is a joker and he’s wacky
But the truth is I’d rather die than see you ever feel unhappy
So just know I’ll always be there when you need me
Because you’re my everything
And I’m just so happy that the ginger gene dies with me
And I’m just so tired I’ve forgotten what it’s like to sleep…
You can have it all
Tell me what you want
You can have my soul
Wrapped up with a bow
If it makes you happy
If it makes you smile
If it makes you feel alive (even for a little while)
There’s a big wide world
Out there for you to see
A place where you can be
Whatever you want to be
Life is a feeling and you give mine meaning
But baby, don’t grow up too quickly
And I remember
Every moment since the moment that you arrived
Sleeping on my shoulder
Building snowmen
Watching Frozen a thousand times
Painting pictures
Baking in the kitchen
Riding on your bike
But time keeps flashing before my eyes
So you can have it all
Tell me what you want
You can have my soul
Wrapped up with a bow
Because you make me happy
You make me smile
You make me feel alive (for more than just a little while)…
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