(My Still Little Girl)

GOOD MORNING
(MY STILL LITTLE GIRL)

For so long now, I have wanted to hear
these words whispered only in my ear
by a special dear, a loving teddy bear
this baby who has now grown, that's clear
yet to me, a baby still, my still little girl

Good morning Tito starts the day with a kiss
my still sleeping eyes, my grunts, my guttural replies
buried by a high-pitched voice singing
wake up Tito, wake up and start the day
with a kiss from my baby girl, my still little girl

And if it were up to me, that would have been
the rest of the scenes, without in-between,
the awkward times, of not knowing my name
when friends were near for that was such a shame
still that's my girl, my still little girl

But how can I forget the time she cried
because Santa forgot the gift that she wanted
the gift that should have been a reward
for being nice all year long and for being
just my girl, my still little girl

Or that time she came home tired
but beaming and glowing, her smiles
showing the gold medal she earned
for swimming faster than fast and for being
still my little girl, my still little girl

Yet now, I look at her, asleep
in a hospital bed with all these tubes
and smell and feel and a heartbreaking spell
her tired eyes resting from crying from pain
just a little girl, be still my little girl

I don't understand the disease
with a fancy name such as uveitis
but I feel all the agonies and pains
and I would have caught all of your tears
my little girl, my still little girl

Yet one thing that bothered me most
was a letter from my little girl
telling me of the painful pain
that sometimes she wishes to die
my little girl, my still little girl

And for a minute there, I was left
with nothing to say, not to my little girl
who could always tell if I am not well
who would always comfort me when I am not well
my little girl, my still little girl

When she awoke, and still with pain,
I told her about the joys of the rain
I told her about my favorite pen
and of the window in my room
where I see all of the heaven
the clouds rolling by playfully smiling
the bluest of the blue heaven
the same heaven she sees in the morning

Then, I told her about the white flower of camia
that awaits for her to pick up
so she could put it in her beautiful hair
as she dances around and sings out loud
the songs of happiness, the songs without pain

Life, I told her, could sometimes be hard
could sometimes be full of pain and sickness
but the beauty of life, I explained to her
is in living, living everyday and being
just my little girl, my still little girl

And I said my little prayer
that medicine should be enough
enough to ease the pain of this sleeping beauty
so tomorrow I could once again hear the greeting
Good morning Tito, good morning from my still little girl