 BABY BOTTLE
~ Words and Music by Ran Birkins
Baby bottle warming up in a copper-bottomed pot;
shake the bottle and roll up a sleeve, test to see it's not too hot.
The kitchen window shades drawn tight against the middle of the
night,
the scent of soiled diapers in the air confirms a baby now lives
there.
And the mother cuddles her newborn with her husband by her side.
Something's familiar 'bout the baby's eyes, then I realize they're
mine.
In my dreams I'm seeing Mom and Dad,
meeting needs, every single one I had;
those who taught me how to walk and talk then instilled their
values....
it's only due to the effort they made I'm who I am today.
I see a child who's skinned a knee running crying for
"Mommy;"
tenderly she kisses 'way the tears, in loving hugs hurt disappears.
Now there's the famed indoor horsie, the bucking bronco named
"Daddy,"
amid the joyous laughter, whinnies, neighs, I see a toddler's
giggling face.
And the mumps and measles, colds and fevers kept them up all night,
and the calls that brought them running down the darkened halls were
mine.
(repeat chorus)
I'm certain they would readily admit that they were not perfect,
but then again neither was I a perfect child.
As I reflect upon the life I've lived and all the love I've known,
it's now occurred to me how much to them I owe.
In my dreams I'm seeing Mom and Dad,
meeting needs, every single one I had;
thank God for Mom and Dad!
I praise God for giving Mom and Dad,
for meeting needs, every single one I had;
those who taught me how to walk and talk then instilled their
values....
and it's only due to the effort they made I'm who I am today.
On the calendar of my life daily I'll write
Mother's and Father's Day.
© 1998 Ran Birkins ~ Untamed Heart Music (ASCAP) ~ All Rights
Reserved
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