What hold do you have on me

That every time I try to leave I can't?

What hold do you have on me

That keeps bringing me back to you?

You can't offer me comfort

You can't offer me love

You can't hold my at night

You can't take care of me when I'm sick.

Yet every time I leave I feel you calling me back

Back to your beauty

Back to your strength

Back to your solitude

Back to your simplicity

Again I ask myself what hold do you have on me?

You bring back memories of my childhood

Memories of dusty feet wiggling in the dirt

Watching for sharp rocks as they run

The first bud blooming on a tree branch

The first butterfly flitting through the air

The first blush of a flower as it brings forth its blooms

Spring is here again

Laughter ringing in the air

Shouting to one another

Creeks trickling down stream

Dusty feet wading in the cool water

Blistering heat in the middle of the day

Chasing us inside for cool lemonade

Carefree days of playing in the creeks

Summer is here again

Back to school to learn the three R's

Dreading being picked on by others

Because of my differences to them

Back to stock shows in big cities

The only vacations we get with Dad

Turkey at Thanksgiving with family

Days shorting from the long lazy days of summer

Fall is here again

Waiting excitedly for Christmas to come

Wondering if snow will fall this year

To make snow angles and throw snowballs

Taking off from school for another

Stock show in the big city

Waiting for spring to come so we

Can go out side and run around barefooted again

Winter is here again

Still I wonder what hold you have on me.