February is a very sad month for me and definately the rest of my family, the 26 marks the day that my grandfather or nonno in Italian termonology died. He was the only one in the world that I felt really understood me because he was really just like me. Today at school I had to hold my head down and try not to cry when I heard the song "Dance With My Father" by Luthor Vandross in a music assignment. After that I really needed to express my emotions in fact, I'm crying right now.
When I was just a newborn child you helped teach me to walk
When I was just a one-year-old you helped me learn to talk
And when I turned three, you always played played with me
And always said this little rhyme to me
Tippy-toe
Tippy-toe
Oh my little pinky tippy-toe
One day you'll grow up
And away you'll go
But for nonno you're still my pinky tippy-toe
When I turned four years old you helped me clean my bruises
When I turned five you showed me all wine's nifty little uses
And when I turned six, you always helped me fix
All my old toys and said that little rhyme to me
Tippy-toe
Tippy-toe
Oh my little pinky tippy-toe
One day you'll grow up
And away you'll go
But for nonno you're still my pinky tippy-toe
When I turned seven you showed me how to squash bugs with my feet
When I turned eight you came with me and played football in the street
And when I turned nine you helped me keep in time
As I played on the piano and you said this rhyme to me
Tippy-toe
Tippy-toe
Oh my little pinky tippy-toe
One day you'll grow up
And away you'll go
But for nonno you're still my pinky tippy-toe
When I turned ten and bought a dog you played with her like me
When I turned eleven you brought me stuff from across the sea
And after I had just turned twelve, you let this world go
And died that february morning, lying in your garden filled with snow
Now it's two years later, and I still remember then
And know that you'll never be able to teach me, a new thing ever again
But I play my piano, letting notes wander free
And hearing your voice inside my head saying that rhyme to me
Tippy-toe
Tippy-toe
Oh my little pinky tippy-toe
One day you'll grow up
And away you'll go
But for nonno you're still my pinky tippy-toe
Tippy-toe
Tippy-toe
I won't let anyone call me that you know
I'm almost grown up
And soon I'll go
But I wish I could still be your pinky tippy-toe
Tippy-toe
Tippy-toe
I'm not anymore a little pinky tippy-toe
You'll never get to see me grow up
Because you had to go
But I'll never forget when I was your pinky tippy-toe.
Well, I'm still crying, I think I'll go upstairs and have a drink. Peace.
 Brainfart · Fri Feb 18, 2005 @ 01:53am · 4 Comments |
