Borrow the Future

"Mother, Father come here fast"
Was heard so often in the past
Bring the band-aids and your kisses
And that's not counting the near misses

And every fall and scrape and tear
Were eased by knowing you were near
You picked me up and held me tight
I squeezed you back with all my might

Maybe one day words could show
With you how much fun it was to grow
"Mix it up and keep 'em guessin'"
Was probably my favorite lesson

So in the future if I fall
May my prayers be heard by all
That if I trip and skin my knee
One more band-aid you'll have for me