Baby, I Missed You



Baby!
You're okay.
When the doctor opened your covering, 
it took my breath away.
You look like yourself again. 
Smooth, healthy and alive.



Unveiling of Repaired Baby at Elderly Instruments






Did you miss me?
I'm sorry if the doctors had to handle you so roughly.
It was for the best.
You needed repairs.
Washington Ave, Lansing, Michigan


I'm sure they must have held you gently and played with you.
Talked to you in sweet, comforting words.
Did their best to make you sound like yourself, again.




















I want you to know, there is no replacement for you.
You are my baby.
Only you help me sing from my heart.
You know me. You've shared my life.


My Baby



You blend with my voice,
but you insist I weave myself inside your clear tones.

I have to be honest with you.
I used another guitar while you were away.
It didn't feel right, but I had to keep practicing.
It was awkward and difficult.
I missed you every day.

Let me hold you.
Let me rock you and stroke your satin skin.
You're home, Baby.

















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