KARIANNA © Karyn Ellis

I walked through the snowy back fields to clear out these nightmares.
It was there I swear I could feel you walking beside me.
My tiny hand still warm where you held my mitten.
Is it true? Do I carry you with me?
Is it you? Do I carry you with me?

I unpacked those dusty old boxes in search of your letters.
I was looking for words, for clues, maybe for you.
Instead I found a picture of you smiling.
Is it true? Do I carry you with me?
Is it you? Do I carry you with me?

Good night, little Kariana.
Sleep tight, little Kariana.
Don't let the bed bugs bite you, child.

There's whipped cream smothered hot chocolate--like you used to make me.
But I am still full, still burning.
I stare at the ring of sweetness left by my sipping.
Is it true? Do I carry you with me?
Is it you? Do I carry you with me?

Good night, little Kariana.
Sleep tight, little Kariana.
Don't let the bed bugs bite you, child.

I curled up in soft blankets in bed, I was listening for whispers.
For your voice, your song singing oh my sweet baby.
It was then I heard so clearly my own voice crying.
Is it true? Do I carry you with me?
Is it you? Do I carry you with me?

Good night, little Kariana.
Sleep tight, little Kariana.
Don't let the bed bugs bite you, child.


From Karyn's
CD, Bird
 
 
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