Testo Babies

A baby in a restaurantSo tiny her head fit into her father?s handAnd as he looked into her eyes she smiledNot bothered by the loudness of the live rock n? roll bandAnd as I watched them both I longed to cradle you in my arms againAll I could really think of wasThat I longed to hold my babiesA little later that same nightA child of eight or nine entered the dining roomShe had the pale, poetic grace [of the age]She was so tired she could hardly keep her eyes from closingAnd as I watched her older sister lay her down between two chairs toSleepAll that I was thinking wasThat I wanted to hold my babiesLooking at photographsWatching you grow before my eyesRemembering the moments the instantBefore the camera saw themAnd as I smile at all the times we shared, I?m reminded of all the in betweenChrist, how I miss you, both then and now, my babiesI longed to hold you in my arms, to know you?re by my sideTo feel your little hands in mine, to look into trusting eyesI longed to be your Daddy, felt guilty for not being there for youOh, how I miss you, my babies