edie carey

These Things 
The weight of you inside my arms
Your heavy head across my heart 
Your tiny fingers pointing at the stars 
I never thought I’d have these things 

That fuzzy spot in your silky hair 
When I rock you slowly in your favorite chair 
I rarely ever sleep these days, I don’t even care 
I never thought I’d have these things 

Your love affair with the ceiling fan
When you ate that whole fistful of sand 
I was never patient, but I think I finally am 
I never thought I’d have these things 

Your wide blue eyes above your big boy cup 
Your arms reaching out, “mama, pick me up” 
This endless, weightless, easy love 
I never thought I’d have these things 
This endless, weightless, easy love 
I can’t believe I have these things 

Your Own Stars 
You’re not afraid of the dark, you just lie there talking 
Sing to yourself under pitch-black night 
I can hear you smiling… 

Then you turn your head 
Take one deep breath 
And you sleep right through till the morning 

You make your own stars; you’re not afraid of dreaming 
And worries are far from your soft warm bed 
I can hear you laughing… 

Then you turn your head 
Take one deep breath 
And you sleep right through till the morning 
Then you turn your head 
Take one deep breath 
And you sleep right through till the morning 

You’re not afraid of the dark, you just lie there talking 
And sing to yourself under pitch-black night 
I can hear you laughing… 

Then you turn your head 
Take one deep breath 
And you sleep right through till the morning