Take Care, God Bless

When lying in that hospital bed, I sit and start to pray,
I wish and hope and think about a brighter, happier day,
I pray to god and wish and hope you recognise who you see,
And wish and hope and pray to god, that I made you proud of me,

I think about the days gone by, the times when I was small,
I pray to god and wish and hope you still remember all,
I sit and pray and hold your hand and hope you know my touch,
I wish that I could change these things, god only knows how much,

I sit again and think about those days when I was small,
Waiting for my number, for that bingo man to call,
Legs eleven? Two little ducks? What on earth does all that mean?
Was the company I was there for, not that crazy bingo scene!

And at Christmas was a party, the biggest in the town,
Where me and my old brother were allowed to act the clown,
And times when we would run so fast, right down that narrow path,
Where the smell of baking scones, would very gently waft.
And every Thursday we would run, out to meet that car,
To be laden down with bags of sweets and kisses, more by far!

The visiting time bell now sounds, and pulls me from my dreams,
This lady laid in front of me, more old and frail she seems,
And as I lean to say goodbye and give a final kiss,
I hear the words I long to hear and my heart, a beat, does miss,
"Take care, God bless", are these words that I so often hear,
But never so sweet as I just heard now echoing in my ear,
These words are ones that take me back 20 years and more,
My Grandma said these words to me, each time I left through her front door..x