Time in a Bottle
If I could only have just a little time back from that proverbial bottle.
Back, back to sixty five when my Johnnie was just seven and still alive.
To Carter’s lakes, cypress trees, Spanish moss and warm summer days.
Swimming hole, fishing poles, ice cream bars and fairy tales from long ago,
Puff, the magic dragon from the land of Honah Lee, Oh! How I wish my Johnnie
was here today with me! We laughed and sang as I pushed him in his little swing.
Then one dark night, a gossamer winged Angel, silently took my Johnnie from me.
As my days grow old, I still wonder…why, oh! Why?
I would give the rest of my time in that bottle for just one more day
with that little, blond haired, blue eyed boy, named Johnnie Ray.
I love him so, and sometimes in the middle of the night,
I can hear a tiny voice say; “I still love you too, daddy!
