Babies (The in Between) - Anthony Stewart Head, George Sarah

A baby in a restaurant

So tiny her head fit into her father’s hand

And as he looked into her eyes she smiled

Not bothered by the loudness of the live rock n' roll band

And as I watched them both

I longed to cradle you in my arms again

All I could really think of

Was that I longed to hold my babies

A little later that same night

A child of eight or nine entered the dining room

She had the pale, poetic grace of that age

She was so tired she could hardly keep her eyes from closing

And as I watched her older sister lay her down between two chairs to sleep

All that I was thinking was that I wanted to hold my babies

Looking at photographs

Watching you grow before my eyes

Remembering the moments the instant before the camera saw them

And as I smile at all the times we shared

I’m reminded of all the in between

Christ, how I miss you, both then and now, my babies

I longed to hold you in my arms, to know you’re by my side

To feel your little hands in mine, to look into trusting eyes

I longed to be your daddy

Felt guilty for not being there for you

Oh, how I miss you, my babies